Cats on the back deck voice hot contention, breaking in on my dreams. I yell for Quiet…

Considering their request, a thought weighs in even as I roll back over: Is God this callous?

Perhaps the Eternal wakes to my own howl, weighs the irritating thought, and rolls back over.

Michael Theroux writes from his cubby-hole home office in Northern California. Michael is presently shifting from decades of developing and publishing science-based socio-political works toward publication of poetry and fiction. Much more satisfying…