I brought back more soup for me,
The little salmon baby had yet to eat,
I had left the door closed,
Baby kitten safe in the only room warm,
I scanned the room,
The door open!
Rescanned the closed room!
On the edge of ballistics!
The same feeling ‘Baby carriage rolling down a long San Fransisco cable car hill with sleeping baby!
My blood was about to blow the pressure point!
Then I spotted her,
The reading lamp I’m forced to use since my four year old Walmart three dollar lamp died,
Now I’m using a night lamp I asked my friend Pat for a reading lamp for Christmas she is under the assumption this at a distance gives me light for reading,
My baby had her head all the way into the hole right up against the light bulb,
Looked like a Queen Anne collar with a light bulb of death!
I’m sharing life because that what journalist poet,