Poetry

They demand to be fed.

They refuse to clean up their messes.

They insist you play with them.

They talk back to you.

They invade your personal space.

They interfere with your sleep.

They make you crazy

And you love them for it.

Nothing beats noodles layered

with tomato sauced meat

flavoured with oregano

and mixed with onions and garlic.

Yet when the dish slips

and falls to the floor

supper is still needed

so broken up lasagna noodles

are added to the remaining meat sauce

allowed to simmer

and then we eat.

After I clean up the first mess.

Shower is done.

Laundry is started.

Groceries are still to be done.

Emails sent out.

Almost all the items from the list are complete.

Now for a break

and relax with company.

No time to clip them

Life is too busy and things are forgotten.

Time for bed

and in the morning new scratches

that are not from the cats.

Moths are just as beautiful as butterflies.

Dandelions are pretty just like roses.

Salad with dressing is also healthy.

A cat can be just as friendly as a dog.

No one needs to be seen as less worthwhile.

You are wonderful just like you are

and no one deserves to respect themselves more!

I told them it had to last

I told them to always leave me some

I told them

and they didn’t listen

Now I don’t even have a slorp or even a few droplets for my coffee

Seeing someone and enjoying their company

as opposed to wanting to help them even if it is unpleasant.

Ordering the same food every time

as opposed to getting that special treat.

Finding the right moment to watch that show

instead of finding something to watch.

Seeing two things you like and realizing you have a favorite.

Like a Rose and Lilacs.

Both smell pretty,

but you know which one you prefer.

It is good for the soul.

Bitter, yet sweet.

It combines the heavens and hells

and gives them to you to eat.

Pimples be damned

Today I really need this treat.

As a kid

we would watch the horses

as they ambled up to us.

Sometimes it was to watch the cows

as they watched their calves.

Today the fences are metaphorical

and not nearly as interesting to watch from.

It is not always physical.

Sometimes it is being told something you should have known.

Being brought to the realization

that you need to do an extremely difficult action

not just for you but for those around you.

Curling up into a ball is not an option/