Three black cats
I, Myself and Thee
what to offer
amid toilsome
plights for unison
Aesthetic of art
when senses being
a world of midnight
magic defining beauty
only fluffy and soft
purring for one's strokes
Or...
Superstition
never to cross black
a cat's path for fear
manifesting into feelings
consumed by an abyss in
karma of darkness for a
meaningless ending
But...
Decor a loving environment
to strawberry appeasements
picturesque of sturdy oak trees
for culmination of divided
I, Myself and Thee
to be strong of will that will
make us become as one for
the betterment of wholeness
(c) Paws per Play
15January2012
Vivian L Dawson
Joy L. Hale
Donna
Blessings,
Christine
Hey, we wouldn't be poets if we couldn't play with words!
Peace, Mercy and Love to you, dear Vivian
Roger
Ron
Much peace, love and light, for making me think of my black cat with your beautiful poem.
Amber
was the most loving. Sweet poem ~Lady Vivian ~ Lady Mary Ann
Regis