sitting with the IBM by Charles Bukowski
...anyhow, mu 5 cats dislike the heat, they
sit outside under the cool juniper bushes
listening to me
type.
sometimes they bring me presents:
birds or mice.
the we have a little misunder-
standing.
and they back off
looking at me
and their eyes say: this guy's nuts,
he doesn't know that this is the way
it works...