A Bad Winter Day in my Home Office

Cat hair lurks slyly, hiding from sight between worn keys,
Ashes and flakes of dandruff aplenty, feline detritus covered with grease,
Toxic waste from a cat bedeviled, an old moggie now eaten by fleas.
Forgive me if I should trouble, but hand me a business card, please?

Ugh!

Back and forth it moves on, much corruption it now finds and frees,
Piles rising to the surface so slowly, awaiting my fingers to seize.
Before I can, my nose plugs up. I let out a loud and painful sneeze,
Furious, I toss the cat out into the snow. Do you suppose the poor thing will freeze?

I step out. Cold seizes my fingers, now useless as pieces of cheese,
Moon huddles 'hind a cloud, a remorseless wind grimly shakes the trees,
Tears now miniature icicles, arctic air now gnawing bare knees.
Cat with eyes wide open. My friend must have mental disease.

Kitty twitches in cold terror, I gather her up with great ease.
She crouches, tense and feary, until the back door she sees.
It opens. She springs and bounds away, off to scatter more kitty sleaze.
The door blows shut. Oh no, it's locked. What did I do with my keys?

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