
In my lap is a puddle of purr
With fur so thick
You can not even part it to find skin
That is Love
Warm
Present
Puddling over
Pure

In my lap is a puddle of purr
With fur so thick
You can not even part it to find skin
That is Love
Warm
Present
Puddling over
Pure

High up on the wire
The Coopers’s Hawk surveyed the grasses below
A speck against the sky
Filling my heart
And this whole page…..

Sometimes it becomes clear that you that no matter how much you may long to get back in the box,
That is no longer an option
You are out of the box,

Conversations above my head
Dance above me
But they are not for me,
Still I can enjoy the choir

In my lap is a small fur waterfall
Captured by a bright orange bow
Cuddled up in a circle
A living Enzo

Two geese
Snow birds
Dined on the tender grasses beside the road
As rush hour traffic swirled around them
Do not get distracted from what feeds you.

Opening my eyes
I find my gaze returned by golden green orbs
Wake Up!

The puddle beckoned
The mud oozed
Who could possibly resist?
Jump it!

The butterfly was tiny!
A splash of yellow bright
Dancing in the morning light
Among a field of tinier purple trumpets
Can’t you hear the music!

The dog discovered a magic box today
Filled with fun!
You pull on a piece of fluffy white
And out comes another one!
If life is a game
Then everything is a toy
PLAY your world.