Cats and Poetry

People are like cats and cats are like people. I might drink some dandelion tea tonight to detoxify my liver. Maybe I will go look for a wild bird nest for to decorate my living room bookshelf with. I might have to drive to the creek. Maybe I will make some more coffee. I will visit with friends, think about the movie I just saw and ask myself, too, why I feel right now that my poetry is worthless. I love to watch my cats more than revise my poetry. I have to find a way out of that hole. I'm already crashing down off the beautiful happy feelings i had the first of National Poetry Month. I'm sure this is just a temporary state of mind.