My cats are being weird.
They won’t touch the floor.
“What’s gotten into you?”
They bolt for the door.
The floor starts to rumble.
I edge for the couch.
The carpet is churning.
Of this I can vouch.
I see the cats fear now,
For my couch craft is rolling
And there’s no way to steer.
Who knows where I’m going!
The room’s in upheaval.
The floor opens up.
I cling to the cushions
And wish it would stop.
The neighbors below
won’t like this one bit
I type one last message
As my couch starts to sink
“I love you. Be careful. The floor–