When I was fifty-six

Standing on the threshold of forty-seven, My entire world was like Jenga, You know the game like giant pixie sticks pull out the wrong one and you are doomed, Mom and I were watching TV, I on the floor at moms feet with Patches, Patches was an orange cat, Patches arrived at my cat hostel

Horrible things

Happen all the time, Today Penny’s kitchen ceiling fell in, Val to the rescue, Penny’s eighty-seven year old mom there when I arrived looked worried, Water half way into the dinning room, Pipes burst! Above ceiling fan could be seen second floor rafters, Penny on tears, It was three then, Tamran and the young man

Female

Lioness hear her roar, Been sleeping in box, My drafty kitchen her momma not happy, So I moved the box back by her momma cat a old beat up chair by the cupboard in the kitchen, This morning at three thirty am, Kitten wasn’t in box by mom, Guess where was? Yep, on the chair

Older cats funny not ha,ha

Older strange data, Not accepting younger mothers, Will bath a baby, Kitten will sleep away from mother in box of cloth shopping bags, Human adopted mom(me)brought kitten back to my room water then up front, Older cats OK with powder puff, Rowdy vocally pissed when young me m seeks her young, More interesting then funny,

Rushes past

Years, Hours, Moments, Fell asleep briefly, Life passes, Your a child failing at races, Your dad’s disappointed, All you recall is the punishment, Grade school seems a brief instance, Imagination saved some of us, Even at eight last one picked stings, Some teaches use you like an experiment in square dancing Val Heike tallest forth

Orange eyes

Really set off a corner, Darkness is swell, Wondering where Chester has gone to, Then my sleepie eyes focus, There he is, Sitting on that huge ugly old electrical chair in two sixteen I paid Judy twenty-five for, Lost on the darkness of the corner, Except for his golden orange globes, My little Chester,

Just

Just a kitchen, In a small rural town, Cats predominant residents, Just a warm feeling in a poets heart, Last year the woman I was sure would hold my morning hello , And my last ever goodnight, Now nearly a thousand miles away, Since last April, Our home is still flavored with her, Last weekend

Yes,Yea,Yes,

See that, See that! That’s my Green Bay Packers , No not Kermit’ No frogs here, Did you see that Green and gold leap? That’s What the Lamba Leap looks like when done by a Packer,

Tea time

Fell asleep hearing my read back, Water heated again, Checked my home, Made sure all my babies have food, Yelled at Sadie, Never start kitties drinking from your water bottle lid, Why they love it! Now my time, good rest all you wonderful imaginable fellows, You writer who I am honored by, Just knowing you

When a friend vanishes

How do you talk, How do you find our why? How do you know they are well? Were you just being played? Say you knew them for months, They made your life worth, You sleep one night on their couch, That’s it was it real? Did I imagine belonging, Is that the last time I