My disco ball my tiger skin
(Which is a yoga mat)
My everlasting refill cup
(Left unrefilled at that)
Are things I see when I wake up
From last night where I sat
As where I end there I begin
And right here is my cat
In his feline fidelity
Persisting to be fed
But he would never hurry me
He likes it on my bed
My disco ball my tiger skin
(No dancing tigers harmed)
My everlasting refill cup
(As charitied as charmed)
And best of all of waking up
Just sitting here with Fred
Oh my, he is so cute, I do so love cats. I am alone now with Seashore my gray cat since Aug 17 07 when Tom died and she sleeps on my bed and does not leave my side sometimes too. She hates when I go away long and leave her too long. She is at the door meowing to greet me as if to say, At last you are home. Good write here and photo too. Thanks.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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Chrissy
I have one too. She likes to cuddle next to me at night. They say it can actually lower your blood pressure. GREAT WRITE!
God Bless,
Lew
Edwin