Grimbeau

Protozoans and zoans; krypton tripped on

A fat, docile cat.

Splat!

A commotion ensued:

fur, screech, ouch, run…

boxed in

in the garden

permanently dormant.

Cist! My arse

Tells a tale

Of

Punishment.

I am arrived at the mausoleum.

Linoleum cool marbled purple floor

Helpfully reflecting afternoon sun.

A resurrected garden through the door

Seems closer as shadow lengthens distance.

No matter; we continue our approach.

Outside is, as always, not what it seemed,

As usual old habits and patterns

Recur: lassitude and wreckfullness soon

Assume the crown: spongeful someday slatterns

Vying for positions of insignificance

Beneath a tree, by the spuds and garden fence.