Sinking Feeling

Water from metal

A cool constant dripping

Must learn to turn on

Humom, when you leave the house it is a courtesy to leave the sink dripping. Don't forget again.

The Sky is Falling

Noises come in the dark of night

Lights bright inside; I cannot see out

Through the blue eyes reflected in darkened glass.

"Just a branch" humom says

Just a piece of a tree

But when tree pieces fall, I hear the sound of their cries.

Winter has come and gone and come again, all in the space of a calendar page. Sap freezes in the veins of the trees and the sky weeps branches that break under the weight of the wind. Ella goes to explore the dark world, peering through the glass as best she can.  My sister looks up from her nap in fright, checking for worry in the humom and finding only curiosity there; her sleep resumes.  But I...I cannot sleep when trees drop their limbs. Not when they do it with such sounds of pain.

Rightful Places

She puts me down at the foot of the bed

She tells me, "No kitties up by the head"

But I know for a fact that it's where I belong

So to tell her the truth, I make up a song.

And then I sing it to her. Loudly. Perched on the pillow, right where I should be. Still she doesn't understand. Why are humans so dense?

Absence

There is no excuse

For ignoring our poems

Except that we can

Yes, we've been ignoring this blog lately. So sue us. I'm pretty sure I have a hairball I can cough up for you if need be, but that's all you're getting. What do you mean you don't want it.?

Snowshoe Haiku

A half-Siamese

Always does as she pleases

Tease her, she will bite