'When a man loves cats, I am his friend and comrade, without further introduction.' The image comes from the twentytwowords site where you can find more delightful photographs of Mark Twain and his cats.
Free verse the sentinel stands guard her eyes searchlights seeking scurrying intruders her feline body silhouetted by the moon Couplet Discarded plastic bag floating in the river aimless, like a dead jellyfish. Quatrain The gusty wind tears at the ragged leaves, The roiling clouds are building in the west, The tousled birds huddle beneath the … Continue reading Short poetry
She gazes down from on high, an eastern potentate surveying her domain. Her eyes are yellow lamps slowly shuttered against the sun. Her body gently quivers as she rumbles her contentment. We her unworthy handmaids and slaves offer morsels for her delectation. She deigns to notice us and slowly rises leaping supple as a dancer … Continue reading Xena