In My Lap My Cat Purrs in Her Sleep Like the Well Told Tale I Just Read
Like Us and, Yet, Not. Distant, Ambiguous Shamans Tell Us Our Stories
I Have a Valet. He Attends Me Each Morning He’s a Big Red Cat.
To Three Cats, Three plates Chime Supper On the Tile Floor And They Come Running
Earlie Cat Asleep On my legs as I’m reading, A New Year’s blessing.
This Loss Drenched Summer Still Holds Flickering Hope, If We Choose to Notice
Earlie Cat Hurries In Warm Laundry Piled on the Bed Kitty Nirvana
Cat hesitates at An open winter door, snow Melts on whipping tail
Three cats on one bed, A warm patch of pale sunshine Dreams of winter naps
Cats don’t quite believe In Winter, always hoping Some door leads to Spring.
Speedwell, Coneflower Bumble Bee’s Delight. Cats watch And learn not to touch.
Indoor cats want out April, the frustrating month Laced with complaint
Light snow and clean tracks Circles with four toes, then five It’s a cat’s rhythm
Beau cat takes five steps Into fresh late winter snow And returns indoors
Red Buddha dances Level gaze, silver tipped tail And that slight, sweet grin
Yes. Monday Morning. But goofy cats make me laugh Walking out the door.
Morning Devotions Snow Shovel, Kitty Litter Full Moon’s Blue Glimmer
Sweet talking me fails So Lilu nips my elbow In hopes of breakfast
Just After Breakfast My cats, Tails flying like flags, Inspect empty bowls