it happens

WHY
why
and whYYYYY
sang the cat to the bumblebee on her window.
why now,
when now isnt now but in the month of february
when everything seems to be a perfectly baked cake
alll sugared and toasted with bittersweet cinnamon and iced just the right amount.
why did bugs that smell of coconuts enter the lives of kavebess that pondered over mighty mites?
its a strange story with a happy middle.it deserves a happy ending,durst it not?
this cat feels lonely and meows pitifully when her cellphone doesnt beep,or the post office room door is locked,or her inbox is empty despite pile of orkut/facebook scraps.
its the littler things which matter,and she washes her paws.
outside,its raining.
inside,the city of walls stays put.it holds much within and still she looks out.

dedication to one,with iris by the googoodolls playing in the background.