Sadie the pole dancer

Sadies eight month old grey calico, In heat fir second time , As I maneuver down the hall, Sadie weaves in and around my legs, When not with my cane, She scares me, PTSD victim of narcissistic half sister, I scream, I fear not falling but hurting her, When I knee on a chair, My

Dancing trees,

Winter storm never arrived, Swaying tree tops, Pitching too and fro, Massive walnuts, Buchanan County, I cranked up the heat, Still one moment, The next dancing on the tree tops, So happy no nest yet, Living in my metal tube, Wind outside felt within, Ling for property and a cellar if my own, No place

Pole dancer

Cane scrolling, Sadie in heat, As I walk, Sadie rounds, Encoilling my dad’s cane, Like a belly dancer with fir, Twisting, Turning, I shouting, ‘Back off!’ ‘Back up!’ ‘Move!’

Leaps and glides

Hear the blistfull notes, Listen cock your head, Lend me you ear good sir, My head sways to the music, With a cane in one hand, In my heart’s of hearts, Strauss plays upon the floor I glide, Twirling, this way and that across the floor, I glide and in my heart I’m Count Octavian

Dancing with Turkeys

Winner/ looser Keeping the girl, Though shes leaving me, I’m ok with that, Don’t have to look for someone to love, The one leaving has it, Its like winning a pot of gold, And not being taxed to death, I will enter our home, Stop, Listen, Remember that warm sinsation of hearing ger oh hi

Kittens dance

Glide, slip, hop, glide, Ricochet rounds bends, Ponce where others jump, not unusually, Sophie does it best, Full of gleee, full of wonder, Like a ballerina, Grace never alludes her, Soaring like Iowa eagles, Cressing table tops, Never will my little girl roam, Inside kitty like her sister mom and uncle Black, Maybe one day