in response to an emergency

there’s a medical situation going on street-side

five stories below the balcony and emergency vehicles

are fast approaching from the south.

1.

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

“Threnody to the Victims of Hiroshima” out of respect, then 

2.

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

for the easily distracted cat, then

3.

give the counter a pine-scented wet-wipe

due to the acrid scent left behind from the canned

chicken and liver feast, then

4.

the elevator is a slow, lonesome ride down to the lobby.

finale:

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