Cat Dreams (Alarm Clock Poetry)

I don’t remember 
how the argument
started, or even 
all that it involved

But she stormed 
from the house,
grabbing the key
with her paw

I followed out the door,
and heard it shut,
locked, behind me

She chose a strange path
and I almost didn’t follow,
still upset from our quarrel

But then it dawned on me
Whether she was right
or she was wrong,
it didn’t matter
All that mattered was
that she had the key

4 Apr 2019