Wednesday, September 30, 2015

September 30, 2015

We plunge blind into
fall, chestnuts plummeting- spring
waits on other side.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Monday, September 28, 2015

September 28, 2015

I'll never be cold
snoozing, as my cat sleeps on
my head- fur nightcap.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

September 27, 2015

Under autumn blue
skies, cat soaks up precious rays-
winter is coming.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Friday, September 25, 2015

Thursday, September 24, 2015

September 24, 2015

Grey day, cat won't play,
back to bed, he lays his head-
without sun he'll stay.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

September 22, 2015

Blue skies make him mew
at door- cat wants to be free
as a tasty bird.

Monday, September 21, 2015

September 21, 2015

Hot cat on a couch
back, basking in sun- cool rug
will receive him soon.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Friday, September 18, 2015

Thursday, September 17, 2015

September 17, 2015


Dreams unite me with
friends from the past- I toss, turn
trying to hold them.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Monday, September 14, 2015

September 14, 2015

More comforting than
pain pills, he sleeps by my side-
his purring heals me.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

September 13, 2015

Appetite lost, I
sleep for hours and pick at soup-
post surgery blues.

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Friday, September 11, 2015

September 11, 2015

Hunger pains, I long
for tea, not this kind of morn.
Vile medical fast.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Wednesday, September 09, 2015

Tuesday, September 08, 2015

Monday, September 07, 2015

Sunday, September 06, 2015

Saturday, September 05, 2015

September 5, 2015

His share of tuna,
devoured in seconds- content
cat purrs by my side.

Friday, September 04, 2015

September 4, 2015

September sun does
not lure cat from heating pad-
cat extends weekend.

Thursday, September 03, 2015

Wednesday, September 02, 2015

Tuesday, September 01, 2015

September 1, 2015

This glum grey morning
could only mean one thing- our
summer has slipped past.