squabella

squabella sits
on this chilly day
in her concrete
palace,
not much to say.
she has grown so fast
life works that way.
soon perhaps she
will fly away.

conform

we live in this swarm
we appear to conform
but truth be we have
our own mettle
in each of our
petals.

little red rose, knows

little red knows feels the
chill around her
little red knows
that for her,
this is how it goes
so she soldiers on
one petal at a time
for however long
until the end
of her rhyme.

national cat day

a round of ap-paws
hip nip hooray
today is national
most clawsome,
kitty kat day.
so break out the treats,
humans
on these we are keen...
and don't forget to keep
our cat boxes clean

strata

how do we view our mortality

with fear, anger, sorrow or perhaps equanimity.

do we eagerly inhabit each strata of age.

as our bodies slowly surrender,

do we adapt a little "sage'

do we walk with disappointment,

heads sadly bowed.

or do we embrace what lies before us,

spirits, uncowed.

passenger, seated

yes the world seems safer this way,
but it is much more fun to go out
and play.

her heart beats, piano

her heart beats
piano
in empty spaces
with echoes of
silence.