WHEN THE CAT
LEAVES THE BAG
What is that about, and what is happening here?
The freshly painted wall where the garage meets
the shed is streaked with what looks like charcoal.
In the shape of an angel? Something to avenge?
Avenging angel? I can't understand a bloody thing.
Everything is good here, but there's something off
about the water, and the lights, and the jet traffic
overhead at night, and even the pattern of the
oddly-traffic'd commuter cars at 8am. Who
leaves that late for a job of any worth?
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