Conflict In The Loft

Bitter Lemon lost
Aspiration [CROFT]
Raising Cain soft
Barb-wire holocaust
Am I Robert Frost [?]
Recitation tossed
A “Red Herring” crossed

Relationship Risk

Delightful dalliances long past,
Amazing friendships sometimes don’t last.
Victory’s inherent when a bird flies fast.
Indignant parents will often lambaste,
Depending on the sin, the cat’s “aghast.”

Indecision – A Fantasy

While listening to the tap tap tap of the dog’s toenails, I hear the whisper, “March” — Left, Right, Left, Right, Out Of Sight, This Way, That Way, Which Way, NO WAY… I sat down on the wood floor and listened to the dog walk across its polished surface, toenails tap, tap, taping. Now that’s a beat I could follow, want to follow

or do I

Decided Not To Decide…

Lolling, rolling, yellow brown bumblebees, humid hot, itty-bitty birds twittering within green leaves, the big black cat sat on the white porch, his eyes half-closed. Each time he heard the bees buzz, feline flipping the bird [thumping his tail], splintered wood. Feathered chit-chat, corpulent cat responds, opening his eyes, BUT — the thick air was like a blanket. The black cat closed his eyes once more.