A poem — A curious cat
named Christoph
sat alone in his study,
clutching an empty
whisky glass.
Whyyyyy d-don’t
you love me back?
he asked out loud,
his smokey voice
slurring through
drunken despair. Staring out the window,
there stood a world,
a world Christoph
could no longer bear.
Because outside,
children played,
laughing under
a cloudless sky,
their parents…