someone has asked me a question 

lately I’ve lost my ability to concentrate

the cat’s hungry enough to start yelling

and the question asked of me vaporized

like a perfumed household fabric spray.

but my usually fickle 1961 Starliner started right-up

this morning with minimal crankshaft turn-over.

that's a damn good sound from the crankshaft I'll tell you.

on the immediate front, my skin is thinning. it's glossier,

with a transparency I find to be a fatal flaw but interesting.

outside, the leaves are keeping time with the wind

and ironically, Alban Berg's Concerto for Violin.

I don’t really have a cat. but given their stealthy attitude

I might very well have a cat I'm not aware of.

if so, I'll pet it and feed it and clean its litter box.

I'll call it "Al" a one syllable name which shouldn't be a problem. 

I want to be a responsible pet owner.

in general I feel as though I'm in good health, although

occasional bouts with melancholy are irritating.–– but

it's expected for a man of my age and experience in housekeeping.

as to the question, yes. it's the way it is with me sometimes.