Life is a garden of missed connections.
Mountains not scaled, a spark unplugged, no sell.
Dear me, have I made the right selection?
I’ve a deep itch; you scratched it well.
A Crow offered a kitten protection.
What if I was the Farmer in the Dell?
The Squirrel leaping branch to branch — perfection.
How do I reach the skies, Angels DO tell.
Lonely cats purr when given affection.
I’m running through green grass – ardor to quell.