Poems

Do our beloved Cats go to Heaven?
Or do they instantly become energy that
surrounds us? Do they metamorphosis into
butterflies or dragonflies or lady bugs? Do
they plot to come back as newly beloved
kittens? Do they cast rainbows?

What do they teach us? Do they teach us
to love now and worry later. Do they
teach us that play is more important than
work? Do they teach us a purr is a sacred
sonnet or sonata? Do they teach us that if you
just let things alone long enough they will
come to you? Of course they do.

I pray that my life is filled with cats until
the day I die. And at the moment that I fly
away I hope they all will sigh and say,
“A better Cat Lover, there never did live and
we were honored to share the space.”

An easel drawer or a garden floor? Does it live in a piece of pine or a ball of twine?

It is best to know where it resides, so that you can call it to attention when the time for creation arrives.

It will not awaken on its' own, it must be coaxed and nurtured to deliver on demand.

So get a cup of coffee or brew a pot of tea and sit, breath deep and lure your imagination from its' long, long sleep.

It is the only way you will know what beauty can be unearthed by your artistic hand.