What is your favorite animal?

Old cat
But still lithe
Handsome
His tuxedo is shabby
But he makes me feel happy
Big snuggles
And his purr
Is to die for.
New paintings and regular art updates.
What is your favorite animal?

Old cat
But still lithe
Handsome
His tuxedo is shabby
But he makes me feel happy
Big snuggles
And his purr
Is to die for.

I’m stuck
Like glue to a wall
Post it notes
With no writing on
No pathway out
Prevarication
It describes me
Now
Lost and flapping
Like a bird in a hurricane.
Twisting and turning
Lost in a maelstrom
I don’t know what to do
Where to go
What to say
So I stay
Quiet
Remote
Lost

I wish it was Rose day
Summer scented
Whiffs wafting
In the bright sunlight.
No thought of winter
Or sadness
Or dark days
Just glorious beauty
High up
Entrancing
Captivating my soul.
The contrast
My life in shadow

Little cat
On the mat,
slept for 5
Then off he went
Off to get
A bit of food
Because his mood
Is hungry.
Not a good poem
But it’s nice to see him so relaxed.

Already missing Autumn
Colour fades in Winter
Llke a Bruegel painting
Colour slipping off the branches
Like skin falling
Leaving black bones.
The hounds swallow vermillion
Grind umber
Sup on the remains.
Bring Spring soon.

I think I’m holding this phone too much.
Strong grip tightens muscles,
Hand clutches
Top and side of my shoulder aches.
Limited movement
Tense and tight
Shoulders raised to my ears
It’s agony when I lie down to sleep
Or reach up to get something
Out of the cupboard.
Grr
Enough
Rest and recuperate.

He was purring happily
When he heard something
That caught his attention
His purr switched off
And after a long stare
He jumped down
Off my lap
Disappearing
Into the kitchen
To say hi
To his sister x

If I wait a day or two
My tears will flow
Again
Two times around the sun.
Millions of miles away from me.
Energy evaporated
Thoughts dissipated
My memory is all
That holds you
A ghostly shape
3d nothingness
Grasping for you
In my sleep.
Such a robust person,
Lost and gone.
No more conversations…
Gone.
Gon
Go
G
….

She purrs
She sleeps
She loafs.
Upon my bed
In the warm.
No space for me
My feet
My hands
My body
My head
Overcome by a cat!

I’m biting the bullet
Not chewing the fat…
Buying a ‘puter
That’s not as fat
Slimmed down and sleek
But reconditioned too
Saving me money
Not brand new
Might do more art
For a start.