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The cat
The cat crawled around the room,
Lurking, seeking,
Something it couldn’t see but knew it felt.
Sometimes it’d grow restless and stop and decide it imagined it,
and then after a while get that feeling again
and start the search once more;
peeking, climbing, crawling
Pouncing on seemingly nothing,
but it carries on,
knowing its instincts wouldn't fail it
knowing it’s seeking for a reason.
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Winding Road to Blue Eyes
I set off, not exactly thrilled, Past a tree, stingy with its shade, Through highways jammed, my patience killed, By craggy cliffs, my feet betrayed.
I twist and turn, like spaghetti in a spoon, But I keep going, 'cause what else can I do? My job's to get there, reach my destination soon, That clear blue gaze, it's waiting, it's true!
Day and night, those blue eyes gleam, Anticipating, it would seem... Not my grand arrival, or a hero's welcome bright, But probably just me, filling up the cat's food dish tonight!
A poem about August.
My precious kitty
In my cozy home, my baby August roams,
With tiny paws and a nose that softly glows.
Her head so small, her body round and sweet,
Every inch of her, a purrfect treat.
I call her my baby, my fluffy delight,
Her presence fills my heart with pure delight.
I want to kiss her little head each day,
In her warm embrace, all worries sway.
With every purr, she brings me cheer,
My darling August, always near.
In her eyes, a universe I see,
My precious kitty, forever free.
So here's to August, my feline friend,
Whose love and warmth will never end.
With each cuddle, my heart is fed,
For my baby August, I'm forever led.
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For Roland (2)
In late November We opened the shop door and flipped the church yard-sale chest on to its back side, all four legs upturned. The cat, out of empathy, sat sentinel on the shop rug Aging his whiskers with sawdust and tracking faithfully the progress of my hand, the rag, the orange, the oil Until the wood finally began to waken with the memory: I am cedar, I am cedar, I am cedar.
For Roland
A black dog Tall as a man Crested the ridge and fired two shots: Short, clear, barks Meant for us. The cat and I we did not budge. Our ears flattened Looked to each other Lifted our front, left paw Letting the dirt fall, just in case. I raised our tined hoe. The black dog Tall as a man Turned tail and left us, in the garden bed, sharp as the sickle moon.
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