It was a beautiful golden day
Now a black split shape
scuttles under
de foot. So long, Sayonara.
     The fat cat lays down
   dozing. I could use a little rest too
I only slept 11 hours last night,
      wrote some letters, swept the floor,
   planted 2 rows of onions, snow peas
And now I am looking forward
   to washing my hair.

reprinted from All This Every Day, Big Sky, 1975