white orb earring swings—
raspy tongue washes
tuna freckled vibrissae
a m e m e n t o m o r i
thine orb of hair I wear
tis a bud of love so fair.
but O to love is wrought with pain
as summer surely turns to rain.
death brags with his eternal kiss
but speak not of thy love I miss.
hither now please take your rest
forever thy love betwixt my breasts.
> * * < in memory of toby
For weeks and weeks I fussed then cursed
My mind was trapped and at its worst
No creative thoughts were to be found
My mental state had run aground!
> * * <
I begged my kitty—help me please
I badly need your expertise!
With Thinking Turban on his nod
Designs soon flew—and none too soon!
> * * <
And now, let’s see him strut his stuff
With Metro Cat he sure looks tough!
Be bold! Be sharp! Is what I caught
From kitty Gaia’s train of thought
So off I went, to make with zeal
A necklace, of fur and steel
A work of art, that would appeal
To Gaia—and end this ordeal
But no, that would have been too smart
It didn’t work. Tomorrow? Another start.
Awake! Awake! now time to make!
What shall it be? you soon shall see
His nod has sparked so now be awed
A cat hair jewel that won’t be flawed!
But first the hair must have a flair
It can’t be rolled he must be bold
And so we leave him to his task—
A creation, he’ll soon unmask!
> * * < Gaia choosing from his cat hair horde > * * <