Dream Scribe

The Favour.

I heaved a huge sigh of relief the day that the lights came on.
Who would want any more than that?
Not I, said the cat.
On the mat.
By the front door.
Washing its paws.
In the pale moonlight.
Watching the beggar
Grease the demon
With invisible hands.
And oil heated in Hell.
One more dagger
Removed from my heart.
And they call me crazy.
So be it.
I know different.
Got places to go.
You scratch my back,
I'll scratch yours.
And that will be that.