Day follows day

A hurried kiss
The front door slams
All is quiet
Left alone
Outside it is still dark
But morning light is on the way
Another day begins
No television, no radio
Silence
First a lazy wash
Then to the kitchen I go
Nothing
The fridge is closed
The dishes washed
All is clean
Not a scrape to be found
They forgot
How to pass the time of day?
I watch the goldfish swim
Round and round it goes
Bubbles at the top
Wiggling tail at the bottom
Up and down, round and round
Seconds advance to minutes, minutes to hours
To make a change I watch the bird
A budgerigar caged in splendor
Flitting and pecking from seed to seed
Not fair
To the kitchen I go again
Not a whit, not a bite
The day has no end
Tired of waiting
I sleep in a wicker chair
The hours tick by
I wake to see a mouse
Well I never

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