Orange Cat Aftermath

I met you and got good at math

Your eyes and laugh

Made a graph

I Found our intersection

Hypothesized the projection

The trajectory

Of you and me

Explosive!

Exponentially!

But algebra can't accurately predict

What happens on October 5th

The breeze that blows off the autumn leaves

In fact, that act,

Shakes belief in even poetry

As well as geometry,

But I never could see

The rationale of x, y, and z

Then enters chaos theory

Sauntering in with an orange cat

And her anarchy

Each with some kind of evil within

When, her paws cynically begin

To knock the plotted points off my graph

And make a mess of my math

I found

Myself

The mouse

In a disastrous trap

I still have my compass and tons of graphing paper

Saved, tucked away to maybe use for later

Somewhere, spare

Batteries for an outdated graphing calculater

Pencils, mostly mechanical,

With a two to one ratio of erasers

But I don't plot out points, I stopped making maps

Don't dare to domesticate any orange cats

I've left this business of prediction

I fit better, when I stick to fiction

I let my heart and mind ride the breeze

Hand held out to catch

October fifth's falling leaves

Knocked out of these trees, sun seasoned

By the cat in the branch

As she pleases