“ I The Cat ” ~ on an ailing day ~

I strain to see

With but one eye,

My impulse

Aim’s to spy,

Or entice

Birds or flies,

Out of the sky…

 

I effort yet

With a lame eye, 

Imposed by mites

On a hellish plight,

That may encroach

On lifeline’s sight

And sure as well

My sense of smell…

 

Besieged am I

By acute stress,

As I’ve no way

To so express,

Should I go blind                                                                                         

Or loose my scent,                                                                                         

I’ll ne’er again gaze                                                                                

At a moon that amazed,                                                                                   

Nor sense a morrows’                                                                                  

Night time finds!         

                                              ode to Kallista

The silver grey one is the big Kaspar, and the tortoiseshell one is the somewhat smaller female Kallista.                                                                                                                    ode to Kallista

The silver grey one is the big Kaspar, and the tortoiseshell one is the somewhat smaller female Kallista.

Hard to love, even when Kaspar deposits his 8.5 kilos on you chest at 5:30 or 6 o'clock in the morning with him snorting in your ear, to tell you it's time to get up and prove you're alive .

Hard not to love, even when Kaspar deposits his 8.5 kilos on you chest at 5:30 or 6 o’clock in the morning with him snorting in your ear, to tell you it’s time to get up and prove you’re alive .

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“ Limbo’s Darkness ” ~ in your mind ~

 

I reached for you

Yet somehow knew

I’d touch shadows,

I voiced your name,

To hear but echoes

Sounding awash

And doleful lame,

I looked to find

Cold had replaced

A familiar warmth,

And when wake

Would feel you be

There by my side,

Not in a limbo’s tide…

 

As I await

For your escape

I see a tearful face,                                        

Among the shadows                                                                                

Of a limboed place,

Thus beg for  morrow

That you be guided

To the end of sorrow,                                                                      

Ne’er more to find

Lives in your mind,

The dark of limbo!