Morning blong

On the rug beside my chair
I saw a crumb, that wasn’t  there
I’d been up half the day before
So I could polish and prepare
And now my  squalor’s evident
I think I’ll  move into a tent

My lover is a transient cat
Who likes to sleep upon a bat
He loves my smell and my bare skin
As he sniffs the soul within
I dream of failing/  passing tests
And men who have those tender wrists

I  found some Xmas cards last night
Is this a broader hint to write?
My father drew upon the wall
Before he ended in  his fall
I saw them through the wall paper
I looked again but they’re not there

I liked the humbler  kind of folk
I am modest,I  just quote
I like to guess what they will say
So sit beside them every day
But  now it’s late and I’m not here
You will only see  my tears