Sit patiently looking at a closed door
….willing it to open
Curl endearingly in front of an open fire
….daring it to spark
Look witheringly from its bowl to you
…..showing distain for your meagre offering
Scurry frantically from its litter tray
….denying responsibility for the smell
Lie contentedly in your lap ‘til your legs ache
….expecting you to stroke its head
Sleep soundly for most of the day
….allowing you to tidy its house
Wispa was our dear grey cat
Until one week ago
Now buried where she often sat
We really miss her so
She lit our lives and made our days
For nearly twenty years
How we laughed at her little ways
Sadly, now, there’s only tears
She was so ill, was fighting for breath
When we called in the local vet
Now, sadly, looking back at her death
Would we have her again? You bet!
0hh Dear
This does seem queer
I am not sure
Is this me here?
Are these words mine?
Or are they not?
When did I pen them?
I’ve quite forgot
HOW strange to claim we like some things
WHEN no one knows WHAT tomorrow brings
There is much WHICH we have yet to try
So likes are temporary, now you know WHY.
Hello tomorrow; I just can’t wait
To know what fortune lies on your date
Good would be great, but if bad is my fate
I’ll take what comes, just don’t be late.
Autumn years, red-amber hued
Slow passing hours, quiet thought
Gentle emotions, guilt imbued
Of things achieved, but others aught
New weapons deal the deadly blow
To innocent passers by
Without just cause, except to say
Some don’t need a reason why
Then front line police, duty bound
Protect and pay high price
When madness sits behind a wheel
And throws its fatal dice
Pain and suffering
Misery, fear
Common hardships
Many must bear
Though some exist
Without such woes
Not mindful how
For others, it goes
But all will know
They share equal fate
When time is up
On that future date
What if, then,
Each gets their due
And what lies in store
Is all up to you?
If not so, fine!
Carry on as before
No need for insurance
Unless you’re not sure
Seeing; liking; desiring;
talking; longing;
knowing; loving; living;
losing; hurting; mourning;
accepting.
Consider, as you look at this
The motive of a single kiss
Be it love, or just convention
It’s all a matter of intention.
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