A Cat and A Human

The cat sits like a prayer-

is the human a poet, I wonder;

could he then see the spirit of grimalkin

in its eyes; will he allow him in;

the motley cat in pewter and white

does not look slovenly; is the human

seeing through its homelessness-

what if he’s a non-cat person;

will he still allow him in;

whatever happens this human

has prayer granting eyes-

Posted for Sunday Muse #196 hosted by Carrie

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A Story

Story of the tiny flame

Is over-

It’s an untimely demise-

No one knows if she was steady

Or wavering

In the face of the insolent, hungry wind-

I don’t believe she gave in

Without the slightest stir-

Everything looks so calm and tranquil

As if nothing had happened-

Posted for Sunday Muse #195 hosted by Carrie

Glasses

Glass world

Hangs precariously

On time’s twig

In the sun, in rains, in snow-

We are aware-

Yet

We never miss

A dance-chance

With our aura of brokenness-

Posted for Sunday Muse #194 hosted by Carrie