Sorry Bells

What wonders within my garbage pile

What garbage piles within my wonder

A rainbow splattered across the something

A bow of rain, a pillar of cats

Cats are just overgrown

Trying to scrape the sky of cotton

Scrape it, scrape, scrape away

A tiny taste of leaf in my eye

“Ouchie?!.” was my reply

“Yes” said he, wiping his tears, tipping his hat

I have fallen from high because of a cat

“Watch my dreams of you on the ceiling”

Dalmatians dream devoid of spots

I wonder if they cough in monotone

Just like my grandfather

Or a pocket full of beanie dots

No it’s done