i just want twin cats,
to mince Trump’s Korea threat,
and relax in peace
pets
Misunderstanding
why the rain, Mama?
we were ready to frolic
in forever sun
Coup d’Etat
who is this traitor
sitting in my mother’s chair
where we were once queens?
Game of Thrones
queens of the castle
reign over new recliner
cause cats run the show
Interception
art intercepts life
on a cloudy Denver day
at the museum
social justice rules
when we create from our souls–
pen; paint on canvas
after a long walk
The Nightingale finally ends
(leaving with sorrow)
sorrow chases steps
across the gray of our lives,
of this cool spring day.
but i still find hope:
in neighborhood yard signs,
girls getting along,
in the purring cats,
the moist grass that begs to grow,
the chances that wait,
in my daughters’ eyes,
and the fight we all must fight
till tomorrow comes.
My Hope for Today
it took seven weeks
for you to trust me enough
to sit in my lap
pleasure purrs through us
as you cuddle and nibble
and at last share love
Running Rabid
since the election,
somehow my days have become
a cataclysmic mix of mundane chores
and tearing my hair out over
what we’ve done to our democracy
it’s the gut wrenching choice
Travis must make as Riona and I
grapple with Old Yeller-–
do I shoot my best friend
or suffer the same fate?
only—
our fate is sealed, well after
the roan bull has staggered onto our property… and Yeller?
his last howl hovers over
a hydrophobic nation
God save us all.
