Some silliness really.

For three quarters of an hour when sitting on a train, waiting for a dead man to come out and cry for pain – relief. That’s when there was a rumble and a mumble, from the restroom, and out stumbled a kitten asking for coffee, or hot water, maybe tea.

Let it all, fall, in or out of space, there is no particular phase to fit it all in to. The dead man never came. I don’t know why, I couldn’t tell, but the kitten, licked her paw and made my eyes all itchy and red.

Now the time it takes from morning to dawn is enough for a spider’s egg to hatch, and that, my dear friend, is a sight, which might, frighten even the first mentioned man. The kitten on the other hand, she fears not,

Allergic itch, oh dear my nose, starts running like a leaky water pump. The cure for this is as they say, a drink containing, yes you know? The fear of a dead man, a bundle of freshly hatched spiderlings, and the coffee, hot water or maybe tea ordered by the earlier mentioned kitten.

It seem odd, but then Odd is a name, and as it happens, it’s the name of the first mentioned man, that makes it all clear, does it not?