In the middle of the night, a creak, a panic, and the cat visit, they take turns taunting my senses. Next morning, so dreary, feeling weary blanketed underneath grief; sorrow wrapped like a quilt & stuffed into the walls of this internal castle no noise leaks out there was pandemonium with missed deadlines, the awkward... Continue Reading →
He came to me this morning, meowing, muddy paws twinged with bits of grass, leaving traces across the platform. He's excited, and I can tell his victory meows mean he's sharing the win. I greet him warmly with pets and soft tone, congratulating on a being such a great hunter. This one is still encased... Continue Reading →
They're outside Forlorn calling in the distance Reminder of the wild It still exists In honeybee and wildflower Encapsulated within morning dew Or collected in spittle Between battle I hear them now Swept up in packs Of one or two Collecting Scraps enough for survival & If lucky enough Another bit for the road
First the table. Then the chairs. Then the rug that's down the hall. Over couch cushions and behind the drapes, sending technicolor signals to the neighbors next door. Wedged between the refrigerator and the stove, muted and sparkling; is the red dot just out of reach.