Your answer unacceptable

Ive begged and pleaded

bought caged birds to sacrifice -free this space. Inside.

No time to fix the broken china

dinner cold and the rivers swollen

I’m ready, so take me home. Lord.

Your answer unacceptable. No time to fix the china. Baby’s hungry and your gone.

If I ran the zoo

“Can I get a cat?” scrolling through the Craigslist feed, Anna looks up at her father. Switches her glance to me. Investigative journalism, smart. Interrogation, even wiser. She was feeling us out.

I adamantly said no. For 23 years I’ve been running a zoo. Every animal imaginable, small and sweet, has been a member of the family.

First it was Leo. For Emily. A rather cute guinea pig bought in Brooklyn. We took the subway there, from Manhattan. It was quite an adventure for a girl raised in the country.

A menagerie followed. I erected a wall at rats and snakes. I never gave in to Emily’s barrage of pleas and tears, which calmed my fears, but never her willingness to ask. The toughest I have ever been.

I once bought a pod of praying mantis to eat the “bad” bugs in the garden. My long days spent in the backyard had paid off. I was fortunate to witness their hatch. Whoever was the first one out, well, he was lucky. The charge afterwards was furious, each climbing over the brother. And sister. I believe I read they eat each other. I didn’t stay for lunch.

By August there were a few mature mantis stationed in the yard. I felt their eyes wherever I walked. It began to feel quite anxious in my other wise peaceful garden.

One summer evening, a mantis had climbed up to Luke’s bedroom window. I asked if he would like to invite him in, give Mr. Mantis a staycation in a bug cage. Luke agreed.

“Mom!” rang out. He was a frenzied mess. He couldn’t sleep. Those eyes. Now he knew how I felt, ever cautious, playing in my garden. Mantis can fly. And eat Hummingbirds. Oh my!

Anna had been struggling. Teenagitis was the worst for her. So it was to be, my husband agreed to another cat. We came back home with two.

Up next, how to choose a pet name.

News

Summer 2017

Toby is no more. We surmise, deceased.

Chester has runaway. More than once. We divorced. By mutual agreement he was adopted by our neighbor down the street.

And Louie? Louie is picking up these bad vibes from our faces. Sad news to be lived for days.

So, my Cat Life stories have come to a close. Rather quickly, I must add. Short notice these rambunctious brothers gave. Those two scraggly-wags had no manners.

(There may be a few memorial stories. But then, may they rest in peace. And me too.)

Anonymous

“Yesterday. I keep on speaking of yesterday as if nothing will come of today.” Who says such words to stir my affection?

Exposé departs the border -rules the space. Brave vowels, ravenously mouth the thoughts. Utterances, breathe air -risen on smoke.

“I have not figured out who you are, but I will find you.” My only reply.

I’ve made reservations. Sit with me. Then we will confess our hearts.

They tell me the moon is full of secrets, hidden in the noon day.

The echo grew louder
while the sky grew dark.

Only chance your secrets will bother, is when shadows take their nap.

I didn’t think I’d cry. I cried.

Tears stop abruptly
then dry up.

And with that….

I’m off. To meet my best friend. She always believed in me. Still sees the beauty beyond the eyes.

Met so long ago, we have kept the hourglass turned. Found time to be there for each other. Through it all, Zefan, you will never quite know how much your care has brought me through. I am on my way. Tears are swelling.

Dams will break. You shall see. It is me. And you. In our thoughts we share this world.

Is it me? The shy one? I think I have misunderstood the world all along. I am the one who dances in the street, smells the vase of flowers in the store, smiles at you while you stare at the floor.

I was the one with clipped wings. Tied to the whipping post. Your tongue lashes to martyr my soul.

Remember me? I had forgotten all my dreams. My star dust blanketing the streets. Then you came along, swept up the fun, looked my way. I curtsied, bowed to the floor. Flowers thrown in the air.

Yes. It is me. Up there on stage. Grateful you entered the door.

Mob Haiku: Dissedmas Carol

Now that I have totally washed out all the season’s hope…

Bookem Jan comes to the rescue, to bring you a laugh.

Jan’s haikus in my feed bring me a chuckle every morning. Then I turn around and feel blue. I have been here before, have come through the mist, so i won’t worry. Until then…

Bookem Jan will cure your ills. Or at least i hope so. Go read her!! Thanks.