Faded Houses Green

The cat’s meow trumped the cat’s pajamas when the silver necktie projected to avail itself of the opportunity to live a lushful life along the popping flow of the glycine river–rivulet one would properly say.

Ahoy! Gone are the days when you could fill a wild cat with dreams of yesteryear, but Theseus is still beholden to the Minotaur of Anaximander’s love potion. The queen of Thebes bestowed an ounce of olive oil on the victor of Parnassus, but the gods smiled when the full moon rose swiftly over the distant, darkened mountains. The stars aligned and the angst of ages past and future collided in a bonfire of trivialities only a mother could love. A cat’s in the cradle spinning a cat’s cradle, but a bit tricky without opposable thumbs–although thumb screws would do the trick.

All thumbs is a ludicrous rhapsody on the theme of the national anthem of gophers everywhere–to say nothing of cats! They salute you!

Originally published December 9, 2023