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Insecurity

Nothing I do is worthy.

Reading other people’s poems

tell me mine are not very good.

I can not turn a phrase

as well as those poets.

Yet I still strive to express myself.

Maybe some day

I will find the inner voice

that tells me

You are wonderful and unique.

Today is not that day.

Morning Visitors

The squeak of the door

Alerts them to our imminent presence.

Coffee in hand

they circle my feet

brushing up against my legs

wanting to be petted.

My cats are no so happy that these felines

have my attention.

Hopefully someday they can be friends.

At least I am friends with the neighbours

who own these friendly felines.

After a good chat

I step back inside and divert my attention to my two poor neglected kitties.