SATURDAY MORNING

when we wake up lazy without deadlines
and eyebags and yawns hold no matter
we
thumb-check smart phones
for 
news of fresh dead
and instead find
an airliner has vanished from the near east sky
and
there
is
almost no noise
outside the window here at all
and
when one of us gets up to make coffee
the
monster-cat comes in purring and looking and padding
his tail a question mark of fur
and
he perches on side tables 
wide eyed
and
as creepy as he can
so
we
sip
the coffee
and gaze at the haze of late dawn
coming blue-grey round the curtains
and
there
is only a few sheets of toilet paper left
in the bathroom
so
we
plan
small shopping
and nice meals
for 
a 
lazy 
day