Dwelling amongst the books.
Paperbacks and magazines so,
serve as a nest
Not for the lonesome cockatoo.
But for the well fed tabby
Purring amongst pages
Cradling itself, frizzy rounded.
Surrounded by, absorbed
abundant
with poems and photos
and plays and postcards
A rather pleasing state
I jealously admit
Bookstore Feline
Sire
It is time for your speech
Your throne awaits
A confident Walt’s towards
My golden haven
Suddenly
Trumpets
Trumpets
Blair and blast
Right below my ear
Startled
I rise from my couch
No jewels await
Alas, it was my
Naughty tea kettle
Not a trumpet in sight
Tea Time
Shrimp
Pink, rose, peach
No other color
They grace
On stilts
As though their
Performance
Of the nutcracker
Will soon begin
Amongst
The pink, rose, peach
One sees
White, lacking tint
Lacking color
The hungry flamingo
Didn’t eat enough
Shrimp