Why do children throw rocks at signs?

Some people think cats don't care
about anything.

It's Tuesday.

On cold New England mornings,
memories such as these
howl in so suddenly
carried on a breeze.

I guess I don’t have a say
where my mind will go today.

a Fish.
I go "Glub, glub.",
and I've never met my parents.

My ego called with a few questions
if you have a quick second.

I can't remember my phone's passcode.

Even the most beautiful flowers only bloom for a few weeks a year.

This poem is going to be bad.

I'm sorry in advance.