The cat of Noordwijk
There in the lowlands of the north
In a touristic now,
But once a fishing village.
I drank too much.
I drank enough.
I talked a lot.
I talked enough.
I didn't make a point.
Because of this,
When I got to the inn.
When there was no one around.
I stopped drinking and talking.
I sat down next to that tuxedo cat.
Who wouldn't let me pet her.
I lay down next to her on the sidewalk.
While she looked away.
It's been almost four years.
Without a home.
With no plan.
