Live trees with their fragrant cachet
aren’t meant for a feline sashay,
but when Willis the dog
gets the cat all agog
the tree can’t get out of the way.
Thanks to photographer Eugenia Roche.
Tag Archives: cats
Connections: November 2.17
They call him Fat Freddie
I think it’s a shame
a little more dignity
should attach to a name.
But in model comportment
he rises above
curled into the naps
he gets plenty of.
Tucked into himself
his postures astound —
would I sleep better
if I made myself round?
Connections: October 25.17
The cat seems to think
black as India ink
that the bed is hers
where she lolls and purrs.
But I say no
it’s my desk, and so
I invite her off
she snores her scoff.
Reasoning with cats
will drive you bats
it’s the fruitless worry
of the sound and the furry.
Connections: September 10.17
The purring creek
suns itself
under lacy flounce
while crimson, furtive
prowls
biding time to pounce.
Connections: April 29.17
I have been in an alternate universe
a place I have been before
where perpetual motion is rampant
and parents a mere twoscore.
There’s soccer and softball and homework
lives lived digitally
two kids, two cats, two dogs,
and Grandma (that would be me).
Mom in a sling and Dad far away
a convergence of planning and chance
with non-stop pre-teen rhythm
and flying by the seat of our pants.
I lived in a place such as this
in a dim and distant past
when I had an abundance of pep
and my hormones hadn’t lapsed
but now my creaky bones
move far less supplely
and I don’t know when I’ll recover
from the onslaught of energy.
