for a while, yesterday

For a while, yesterday,
the only explanation was
the cat had stolen the keys.

We were headed out
for a grocery shopping
session, to stock up
on various items
necessary to life and limb.

But we couldn’t leave
because the sacred
car key was mysteriously

We retraced my steps:
the night before
I had entered
after the movie
and had done
so and so
and had certainly
placed the keys
in the usual spot
but there they were:

We looked for
twenty minutes
and finally departed
using the spare keys
mystified, blaming
the cat or
a cat burglar.

It was not until
we were on our way
back to the car with
our purchases
that I reached into my pocket
and found both
sets of keys.

Flora, of course,
laughed all day.


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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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