The Daily Drivel (vol.1 issue 71)

…Dateline The Cats Castle East Tennessee USA…

…The Monday is slipping quietly through the night as my old pal has had me awake from 3:30AM…

…Not much to be done about it so coffee applied liberaly and slave to the Masters duty done I have plunked down before the infernal machine…

…It’s the magic hour when the frogs retire and the crickets are tiring before the dawn…

…The roosters have yet to crow and the dogs have not started in…

…To pause and then reflect this magic hour I love…

…Soon I may be off to the Press to pound away at these symbols of humanity in a fashion that will distract the mind from the body’s want of protest…

…There are moments in all human lives that have the magic in…

…To have to hold to be so bold as to embrace them for to win…

…Or hedge the bet and live regret an oppertunity gone on by…

…To then be grounded and so astounded that spirit will not fly…

…Choices made and gambits played the road goes ever on…

…While highway sings and rooster brings the dew upon the lawn…

…I embrace the hour of magic it sometimes eases pain…

…I live a life without the strife of regrets that could have been…

…So off to play upon new day to see what lies within…

…To place my bets without regrets and dare yes dare to win…

…The Monday slid quietly over the horizon with the stealth of new downed snow…

…I leave you now these words upon the page as I must go when rooster crows and life begins again…

………..Thecatsman PhD(school of hard knocks…..ret.)………..

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