Poetry

On purpose.

Pranks gone wrong.

The cat purrs in my ear.

I will always love you.

His motivations I could see.

His struggles were perilous.

Stockholm syndrome?

Or merely sympathizing with someone

who was hurt

and was going through a very harsh time.

No explanation seems adequate

when I say I love him

and I understand why he was obsessed with her

and did the things he did.

No harm came from his actions

except loss of friends

and self esteem,

which is why

I decided to stand beside him.

He is my friend.

Toasted

And baked.

The thunderstorm

Is welcome

For this

Burnt potato

I used

To call

My body.

Now

It is just

A husk.

No longer

Can he

Venture outside.

The new neighbours

Are not friendly

To him.

One will try to rip

Out the screen

To get at him.

The other one

Would ambush him

By the back door.

Neither cat

Will harm him.

I swear

Which is why

He meows

Piteously at me

Not understanding

That he is

Forever now

An indoor cat.

I have a cat

Insisting on using me

As his pillow.

In this heat

I would rather

He strangled me instead.

Exchanging numbers

so the cats can keep peace.

She roams free

until I request

My boy have some bird watching time.

Another drama started

One I made myself

With the help of Mother Nature

I cannot seem to be comfortable

In this weeks weather

Somehow,

I will survive.

Some days

Splotches of colour

Are all you want.

Other days

It is all about the details.

Brakes are failing.

The cat is losing weight.

Income is not happening.

Yet, happiness still happens.

There is always joy in the little things.

Not ever.

No changing my mind.

I have to do this first!

Please stop!

Go away.

I’m not listening….

No.

Not now.

Maybe later

When you are done whining.