a little advertising won’t hurt
but will it dish out the pay dirt?
because, i’m one terrifying trend
that might portend or offend
and on cracked.com you’ll find the buzz
that cat hair stuff is anything but fuzz
yes, they can humor me all the same
but just you wait
cat hair jewelry will put them to shame!
cracked.com: HAIRBALLS—not just choking hazards for cats anymore!
days then months, they’ve gone by
no sales—me wonders why?
like the weather, it’s hard to measure
and so i languished in my displeasure
* * *
with patience, the storm turned round
a sale! it really does confound!
an earring went AWOL
in yonder urban sprawl
it was a cherished treasure
that gave the wearer pleasure
* * *
this bauble? no ordinary thing
t’was cat hair that made it zing!
so another set was made
to replaced the one that strayed
lick, lick, lick, then pull, pull, pull
before i know, a massive hole!
the thunder coat, it hugs him tight
and calms him down so he won’t bite
a flea? Or is it just an allergy?
ah, the suchness of a malady
not in a happy mood today
a favorite necklace has gone away
A lot of hair was used
so part of him is missing too !
but don’t be sad, it’s not all bad
another neck is rather glad !
white orb earring swings—
raspy tongue washes
tuna freckled vibrissae
little cat feet, little cat feet
softly paddle down the street
slinking like fog with wispy paws
cool and silent; no clicking claws
then puff! he’s gone, he did not pause
but left his print—a white cat paw
> * * <
white paw print—captured in a choker necklace.
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
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.
Gaia: “I don’t think I like it.”