Harbor Cat

The sun and sleep's About as deep As I can go These days, you know But it provides A perfect rest To do, it's true, What one does Best

My Cat Is A Window

My cat is a window through which I see The world, my world as I want it to be: A place to silently observe Until I’m ready to move — The cold and the wind through reflected eyes Can seem, and do seem such a paradise: To live and to love without having to serve … Continue reading "My Cat Is A Window"

Schrödinger’s Cat

So, I was here watching Schrödinger’s cat, Now it’s both dead and alive: How it has managed this, I do not know. Somehow, though, it did contrive So both to be and to not-be at once Putting poor Hamlet to shame: So the old Law of Non-Contradiction’s Broken, and I am to blame. So in … Continue reading "Schrödinger’s Cat"

You Know…

You know, it’s possible I’ll fall. I’m trying something I’ve not tried: But if I do, I’ll land okay, And prob’ly only bruise My pride

Camden Yards

A tiny cat named Camden Yards, At least, that’s what we call her; She hangs out at the depot, there Amid the noise, and squalor, And sometimes quiet of a morn. Where she sits still, and purring — A tiny cat named Camden Yards, Who monitors Transferring

Needing Feeding

We edit constantly The colors that we allow To cross our eyes The problems we will Admit to And the stomachs Needing feeding Whose voices we Will choose To hear

Magic Cats

It used to be, disorder was The rule of my existence; But then I found these magic cats, And learned about persistence They taught me about liberty, And honor, and adventure: I came to realize my life Was little but indenture A bit of sallow love within A skin of pure corruption, That I'd have … Continue reading "Magic Cats"

there’s much

there’s much to fear, where’er we go, and life will not quite go to plan: we all survive as best we know, and anyway we can there’s much to worry on, and fear is constant to us thinking lot; the pain’s approaching – maybe here – and sooner than we thought there’s much to contemplate, … Continue reading "there’s much"

A Sentinel

A sentinel upon a wall, Awake within a sleepy town; No fear of weather, foe, or fall, Alert for all that’s going down The cars go by, the people pass: But still, awaiting Fortinbras, The guardian sits by the gates And calmly watches on, and waits