Poetry

The Weather is cooling

The droplets steadily come down

I listen as it soothes me

Today is a day for warm blankets

A cup of hot steeped tea

Balls of yarn to knit with

and the cats curled up beside me

 

Nothing strikes me

as this is it!

I shall write about the… cats?

Or perhaps the energetic child?

Chase the catnip!

The stomach is churning.

Not a good sign!

Still want to write!

Where is my epic poem!

Perhaps my muse will find me later?!

The smell of a cat lady.

It assaults the noses

of those who don’t understand.

The acceptance of the fur covered clothes.

The tired yet happy, serene expression.

The ability to spot a cute animal anywhere.

It is merely one more thing

the more extreme cat lover embraces,

Me, I need more Febreeze!

This society demands I pay.

My finances are tight.

Can I not trade services

in some other form

for the same amount

in the desired dollars?

Oh to go back to bartering!

Excuse me can I give you

three chickens

for your cow?

Don’t want to think.

Sleep calls.

Tired.

Decisions are hard.

Discipline is harder.

Movement is useful.

It will be a long day!

Things to say

Just growls and glares

Communication is vital

So listen to the words

Watch the faces

and smile in understanding

if not in empathy

One likes the outdoors

One likes to stay inside

One likes to play with toys

One likes to play with others

One likes his food

One likes to eat

Brothers they may be

but they both like love and scritches

Lunches made

Backpacks ready

Shoes are on

Teeth are brushed

Breakfast eaten

Time to play

Then the bus comes

Yes!

Freedom!

For me.

He’s asleep on the couch

Gently snoring he stirs

He came over last night

to cheer me up.

My best friend

whom I love dearly!

My body rebels against me

Forced to do it myself.

I cannot achieve the results I desire.

My body taunts me.

My hands are sore.

The area rubbed raw

and I unable to sleep.

my heart is broken.