A view of the Ozarks seen through the eyes of those who lived the hardships told by the author who returned to her home after years of wandering elsewhere...
His eyes contain a shining light
Reflecting in a darkening night
He prowls the house in search of fun
Until the rising of the sun
In which he yowls to let me know
To fill that bowl, I told you so!
And turns to sleep the day away
No matter if I go or stay
But should I leave, a change of scene
Upon the windowsill he gleams
An artifact on a sunny day
Until I return, he is there to stay
And then he meets me at the door
With something like a startled roar
In so many words he lets me know
It wasn’t okay for me to go
This is clearly his domain
Such a prince he will remain