Cool illusion of early spring tickles my paws
ruffled fur bristles indignant 
at the pushy wind that follows 
dancing in unison
                                     some here,
                                                                           some there
spread out like         stepping         stones       
on an asphalt lake

This gift from God
comes with an expiry date.

I rest here
with my intestines dripping out
I should be more modest
though humility won’t help me now 

Like a signpost I point out
the futility of life 
when in a second it all turns upside down 
and your body, your temple
is flipped inside out