this morning #1212.

this morning, i’m starting to wonder if i might be barking up the wrong tree once again. i do this over & over and, in the end, always realize my mistake & feel rather foolish. what can i say? it’s in my nature. instinct city. we’ll be out on a calm walk around the block & next thing i know, i can’t help myself. the spirit moves me & i instantly initiate the yanking of the chain, drag her along behind me, take a lil’ ol’ nothing & mold it into an item of outsized import. my mind reinforces the idea. reminds me of that one time when i saw that nasty neighborhood cat hiding up in the sweet pee tree near the park. waiting. watching. mocking me from on high. nope. he’s not up this tree either. not today. silly me.