Proviso

So close to Winter now,
thoughts turn to death.

At 4 am I find myself
at the kitchen table,
my favourite spot,
with a fresh pot of coffee
and in the company of cats
asking myself:
what do I need to do
with the time I have left?

And the answer comes
exactly this, exactly this.

It came as easily as that
with the proviso
that I might like to
feed the cats.