in response to an emergency

there’s a medical situation going on street-side

5 stories below the balcony and emergency vehicles

are fast approaching from the south.

inside, I turn-down the volume of Krzysztof Penderecki’s

“Threnody to the Victims of Hiroshima” out of respect

then spoon 9-lives "chicken and liver feast" in a shallow dish

for the easily distracted cat giving the counter a pine-scented

wet-wipe due to the acrid scent left behind from the canned

chicken and liver feast.

in the elevator it’s a slow, lonesome ride down to the lobby.

it seems that I'm well prepared to deal with emergencies.