If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?
I'm staying put. This is good enough
For me. It's enough to be just one of
Me, although we all know that it can
Entail a myriad of souls both old and
New just being me. Or you. We aren't
Alone when we are or where we are.
Each of us has many facets to explore.
It's enough being me and me and me.
Dogs or cats?
Your choice of pet does not
Impart character to you. You
Aren't smart just because the
Bundle of fur aloofly licking
Her paws looks like something
Out of a mummy's tomb. You
Have to earn the trustworthy
Title your golden retriever got
By being loyal. Siamese cats
Are decorative; doesn't make
You an objets d'art owning a
Pair. Strays as we called them
Back in the day, you know 'em
As rescue dogs, are often very
Canny. Are you street-wise if
Your dog is? Or a deep-thinker
Because your cat always has
That look in his eyes. You are
Not your pet, it's safe to say.
Who's a good boy, who, now!
The rioting birds fill the trees.
Spring is, after all, in full swing.
We bob our heads looking where
Their chirps begin, looking as
If we were about to fly away, too
Ready to take wing for a higher
Branch. One hidden by greenery.
What animals make the best/worst pets?
A spider is an unpleasant pet
I should think, though there's
Charlotte to consider. Her web
Gave a child some pleasure. I
Would not be so happy with
Web or insect for my pet, ugh.
A goat is cute in an angly way
But I believe it might be smelly.
Dogs and cats, cats and dogs-so
Common and conventional and
In need of so much attention.
Great company, I know and very
Loving. Also so loveable. How
Much is that doggie on display?
A leash and collar, we go for a
Walk. Oh darn! Now it's raining.
Over and again, it's
The repetition, it forms
A rhythm all its own.
Again and again. The
Suspense is waiting
For Phil or Chuck to
Spot their shadows
And seal our fates til
Spring springs the
Tulips from under
The earth, again and
Again, over and over.
Like the turkey who gets off this
Thanksgiving, I want my pardon
Even if it is only temporary. I am
Aware the time will come when
There is no reprieve as time is my
Judge. Those turkeys will not be
The centerpiece of any table this
Holiday. Lucky birds. There were
Two this year. Is it always like
That? I need to pay attention to
This annual event. It holds some
Balance between life and death.
It's no joke, at least it is serious
Business to the pardoned turkeys
Whether they are aware or not.
Hope they use the time given well.
Nothing will kill this cat
What with her nine lives
And electric fur and the
Deep green-brown of her
Eyes. She is as invincible
As the breezes of the night
The ones that fan desires.
She is sultry and sinuous
As if her bones could melt
Into the corners of a room
Or enter the chambers of
Your mind. She knows a
Little more than her eyes
Reflect off the fire-light of
The moon. She is by nature
Sensuous, her soft purrs call
For mischief and pleasure.
There is no one here to judge.
Tamara, really