There are days when I just don’t know what to write. My mind is full of banalities and clichés and I feel quite incapable of original thought. I am not a creative or artistic person and writing poetry is the only way I feel comfortable expressing my thoughts. Sadly, the days when I feel like writing poetry are few and far between. Consequently, I write about the weather or what I had for breakfast or even what exciting housework I am contemplating. Occasionally, I write a small anecdote about my cats but much as I love them, my heart remains with dogs past. So, today I shall write about writing about nothing. Sad, aint it?