Oh the dark of morning’s dawn lay across the room.
Twerping alarm calls to go stretch those weary bones.
I feel across the stand to find irritating noise.
Now that muscle cries for help, contraction must be known.
I inch across the room and through the faithful bathroom door.
Guided by the sink’s front edge, relief is close at hand.
The lid that capped relief was left, open all the night.
And Jake, the cat, who liked to hop and utilize this stand
Found the lack of footing there a terrible mistake.
Then grabbed for help whatever close would happen by his grasp.
My hand now sporting three bandaids and Jake, alas, has left.