Not Shroedinger’s cat
She was treated much better than that.
Denise saw a mouse in her home.
Did she run screaming?
Nope, went to a shelter and got a cat.
Now, she told that cat
No hugs, cuddles or petting
You have one job.
I expect you to do it well.
Catch those mice
Running around this house.
Cats will not obey
Any command that doesn’t suit them.
But that cat
Was one damn happy cat.
She had a job she liked.
playing with them to her heart’s content.
Denise didn’t mind as long as the mouse
Was dead in the end.
she had to hit them dead with a hammer.
Denise moved from the city.
There were no more mice.
The cat was old,
Loved sleeping in the sun.
When death came
She wasn’t cuddled or fussed over or pet.
She was taken for that shot of death.
As she drifted away
She dreamt of chasing mice
And her friend
with a hammer.
The “zero words” in the corner is due to making this sketch on Pages, primarily a writing app. I thought it appropriate here.
I’ve been playing around with abstraction and composition by using found and household objects. The feet added an unexpected element. Yes, I’m standing on my work table.
*Tenkan is a martial arts move whereby one moves to a position behind the opponent in order to gain control of the situation.
(part of the True Stories series)
awake before sunrise
i step outside the sanctuary
of my parents’ house to
a sky full of dark with
pale moon and
two single stars unclouded
by wishes of opal clouds,
air cool through my hair.
[Just found this in the intricate maze of my computer. Must have been written several years ago, before my father died.]
(A poem to be read by two people whereby each person reads a column. Spaces denote where one speaker is silent while the other speaks.)
Snap! The light went on. “What type of pet are you looking for?”
Fred grinned at Sam,“Cute.”
Sam squeezed Fred’s hand.“Ferocious enough to scare burglars away.”
“Griffin?,” suggested Sally.
Sam watched it flutter. “Too many feathers.”
“How about a kraken?”
“Cleaning the tank would be onerous.”
Sally pointed, “This one doesn’t need much care, just a few crumbs. And it’s guaranteed to scare people.”
The brown creature waved its six legs and wiggled two antennae. Sam and Fred’s eyes met.
“Gorgeous,” Sam whispered in awe.
Fred put his arm around Sam. “A cockroach is perfect.”
is filled with weeds.
which we cut last year
has shooters exploding
into the sky.
“Rat city,” my husband
He suggests Round-Up;
I am horrified.
“Okay, I’ll weed on Tuesday,”
Though I do like
that jungle look.