The first time my cat listened to vinyl

He sat in front of the spinning disc,

his orange paw swatting tirelessly

at some invisible mouse

that spun round and round.

The little black planet remained unbothered

in its orbit

as Elvis crooned.

Wise men say

another year goes by

Only fools rush in

and then another.

I lay on my couch, staring at the ceiling,

listening to nails scratch vinyl,

take down worlds.

My ears did not flinch as they took in the new

scratches

skips and

bumps

as they formed

on what was once a stable world.