The weather man looks cloudy today
moist as the air drifting south
hands that shake from an arctic blast
and eyebrows covered in frost.
She wants the harbour restored to its former glory
“I would rather have that wreck back in place,”
she says, “Than the concrete monster
Buffalo Lil is preparing for a town council election
by sharpening her claws on a fence post.
She is one mean
green eyed
black cat.