What Happened?
Everything’s changed.
She used to float above me like a soft, white cloud.
Now her voice is sharp with lightning strikes;
she thunders at me for little things.
From a Cat’s Point of View …
Here in the piano room,
I purr on a lap.
This is my lap,
no one else’s lap,
mine.
Dog Word, Girl Word
What a glorious word “done” can be! It got me to thinking about favorite words.
Be an Animal!
I’ve become somewhat of a dandelion connoisseur …
Mask Poem
CAT AT MIDNIGHT by April Halprin Wayland Night. She pads out to the porch, I hide. “Come sleep with me,” she says, while turning off the light. I wait. She goes to bed. Then mastering my fright, I slink inside. I’m careful where I tread I tiptoe past his plate and cross a rope he’s […]