Scruffy

The broken boxes line the walls
We are living in scruffy
Thin paws scrape our throat
The powder makes us dizzy
Mounts up in our lungs
We hold the applause for a minute
Have to keep busy to weather the storm
We take tea with mice and Cheshire cat
It's been a while since we saw Hatter
Say grace at the table
Swallow the sweet nectar down
Words fail us
We grapple for them in the night
It is cold and lonely in this house
We walk the dark streets
Turn our collar to the rain
Let the water dampen those boxes
Flush them away
Never to be seen again.