Friday finish everyone runs for the early dash
the doors slam shut swing past one another whoosh whoosh
i wait in the corridor that was once hustle and bustle of rat race,
i look over my shoulder twice and swear i see a cats face
i wait back take my time one small ste at a time heading home
to the dog house.
You can do X this weekend , you can do that, i look over my shoulder
again and swear i see that cat. I pop in the pub for a swifty, just quickly,
On my way home to face work again,the yapping the snapping the breathing of the dragon.
I reach the front door not knowing how ,long heavy breathing acoiding the cars
stopping to relieve myself up a lampost is all i remember ,only because its cold and December,
The door opens wide my instincts kick in i see that damn cat hands on its hips looking grim,
i jump at its throat and shake it real hard its body goes limp no fighting back
I sit all the weekend just smiling and smug i never realised silence can be so good
got up
Monday morning and fastened my tie looked in the mirror with a glint in my eye
knowing when i get home i will be quiet and high .