sadly cats come and go…
the same for dogs…
each one is unique within fur and purr or bark.
A long list of names and breeds,
a mile long paw parade
has passed into and out of my life.
Their characteristics mimic mine;
they seem to reflect my state of mind.
Four legged mirrors have traveled with me
through good and bad experiences in life.
I’ve learned a simple lesson from all my furry friends:
experiences are simply experiences.
I can look through their eyes to find my soul.
Gauze of twilight
Encompasses brief moments
Sticking like burrs to clothing
Soft bird calls
The earth cools
The stars skim overhead
Moon dances on water
All is how it was meant to be…
The faraway look
Mini fit tainted eyes
steeped in realism.
The dream persisted
beneath fluttering lids.
clear and precise
the inner and outer melded.
Falling into sunlight,
the stars bled darkness.
The wet hours
Minute and hour hand
too twitchy for sleep,
winds circle the house.
Rain attempts entry;
shingle and glass stand guard.
Light spills from office windows
onto moss covered pavers.
Emerald green carpet swells from engorging
on moisture gathered far out in the Pacific.
They’ll squish under foot flattened
till tomorrow’s storm moves onto shore.
Winter weather pattern engaged, the cats sit
on windowsills dozing through the wet hours.
Nano second warnings…
an S.O.S from trembling electrics wires
whipped by unleashed wind gusts
announcing the storm’s approach.
Confrontation tosses snippets of fir,
hemlock and other evergreen branch tips.
The neighborhood wouldn’t be the same without
those one hundred foot trees dividing properties.
A no man’s land boundary – these bark and needle
sentinels break the assault when standing shoulder to shoulder.
Special messages moan between them.
Frantically clutching each other,
branches intertwine forcing more protest.
Inter-planting has mostly stabilized their base.
Continuing to pull their weight against the siege,
the night is filled with constant Aeolian tones.
cat food breath wafts.
Lick, lick licking…
retreating beneath covers,
paw riffles the quilt.
Typical morning greeting
tugs me out of dream comfort.
Filling water bowl,
cleaning litter offerings…
too late to retrieve the last dream,
the espresso maker hisses some contentment.