Published by

K Mark Schofer

I brought the cat box out of garage.
She treated it like any other box.
She hopped in and hoped to take off to the moon.
Her Vet appointment was at noon. 
Thirty minutes before noon I gathered her,
    Rather I attempted to gather her.
    She was nowhere to be found.
    I searched for thirty minutes 
    and no sign of Loco.
At quarter past noon she casually walks across
the living room floor.
Mon-plussed with no sense of urgency.

And I was outwitted by a cat.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.