Making order

Yep, the rumble is thunder.  Day two of DUI training.  Guess I*ll be driving in the rain.

We have been cleaning

For two weeks now.

The cat seeks familiar

Mess.

He currently sleeps

In the newspaper bin.

It fits him just right,

His cheek balances on the edge.

The newspapers,

gone,

Are being recycled

As I write,

A rumble in the distance

might be truck,

train on the tracks

Or sky.

The cat sleeps.

My beloved

Sleeps.

We count down to Saturday

When our student flies in

From Paris.

Turns out the rumble

Is sky.

I can always count

On the sky

And the cat.