There is no doubt to what I had seen.
It came to me,
as if it were a dream.
A wise old, mage.
Smiled and greeted me without disdain.
I sat and waited.
Waited and rested.
Prone to any word of worthy, I may hear.
Licking my flaws by the jubilant light of day.
Bathing in the fervor of self-satisfaction.
no mere roadside attraction.
As life will,
went from rose to thorn.
It would that my presence had become an unwelcome mat…
bothersome and very worn.
There is no place of rest,
lying near a cat who has been put upon.