the summer before my cat was nominated for: "cat of the month"

I drove to the park.

It was crowded with people doing things

I’d never dream of doing in public view.

I needed to find a less occupied space

to lie on my back, look up to the sky

and imagine a God up there.

soon enough I was inside the sky

face-to-face with something

who called itself God.

I settled down giving it the once over.

it didn’t look like me.

I was not made in its image, nor

the image of anyone known to me.

but I sensed its omnipotent power,

its fatal instinct for any living thing.

I asked: “why do you insist on killing us"?

God, maybe a lone wolf or one of many,

answered: “because I can! because

it's you who came to me!

because I was busy and you were lazy"!

satisfied, I drove home with traffic

smearing my windshield.

I arrived out-of-sorts only to find

the cat sitting on the formica counter

next to the kitchen sink with its all too

familiar lunchtime expression.

I told it of my bizarre interaction with God

but the cat meowed with a serious intent:

"chicken and liver bits in a savory sauce"!

and I mumbled: "well, okay then".

"Crayola" by: Rosalind Coloratura, age 7 / 2021