Poetry

Oh to be a cartoon character

who is allowed

Not to do them.

To be able to sleep all day.

Eat all the lasagna.

Be grumpy and not have to explain why.

Of course,

being a cartoon cat

would not be as exciting

since everything I do

warrants watching.

I choose.

This is happening

because of me.

I decided.

So it is me

who is to blame.

Yet I feel no shame.

Because I am still fighting

that battle

which everyone ignores.

I am Depressed

and I choose to be late

because I can not find the energy

to get to where I am supposed to be.

So who is really at fault?

Me?

Or society that only see me as a failure?

The freezing cold

has given way

to milder temperatures.

Yet it is still below zero.

Time for a walk

with the spring jacket?

I do believe so.

Craziest thing to do in January?

If you think so

you definitely don’t know me.

The space between keyboard

and monitor.

Just enough for her to lie down in.

Her brush is near by.

The laser pointer is usually near as well.

She knows if she stands up

it gets my attention.

Sometimes she evens hits the sleep button

and then I really have to play with her.

Or no work will be done at all.

Cats, sigh.

Which to choose?

And for what appointment?

Does it work best long distance?

Or would traveling be better?

Is the weather a factor?

Is the child home sick?

Who is being consulted?

Do you really care?

I didn’t think so.

Until then have fun traversing the pandemic!

To continue forward

despite feeling ill

or to stay curled in a ball

hiding under the blankets?

To possibly infect others

or to lose the revenue needed?

To acknowledge

or to deny the problems?

To choose

or not to choose?

These are my questions!

Eating Brownies.

Playing with the cats.

Adding birthdays.

Mid life.

Crisis has been averted.

Or maybe I just went through it already?

The fear stems from doubt.

Possibilities arising endless.

Good news or bad?

Time to be bold.

Read the novel waiting on the shelf.

It is alright if you don’t finish it.

Holiday breaks

good for the soul.

Back to the grind

good for the pocketbook.

Kitty cat

Kitty cat

You’re my little

Kitty cat.

Kitty cat

Kitty cat

Mweor

Hiss

Purrrrr.