Podge’s view of the heat is quite easy to see, he’s
either under the bed fast asleep on his back like a
wise old troll - or there’s his pretence we polled as
avoidance strategy where he grooms vigorously; it
doesn’t fool me either - its too hot to scratch - & so
if he gravitates to his favoured tiled-floor spot in th’
laundry corridor, its more assured he’s weathering
with decorum rather ’n merely deploring company
Ceiling fans determining which orbital reality we’re
driven to seek means I’ll be opting for th’ study - if
smaller space deems greater comfort and a better
breeze to sit in then it’s a winner - altho’ any ideas
of comfort is wasted in perspiration flow where the
39 degrees controls whatever stirs with the air …
© 31 January 2017, I.D. Carswell
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