You are not a plot of land
A heavy stone
A bouquet of plastic flowers
You are not planted tree
A day on the calendar
A place to visit
You are not a rope
An abundance of pills
A hospital bed
You are a smile
A tear shed
A memory shared
You are light
A lesson
A path to forgiveness
You are a wish
A hope
A prayer
You are love
You are love

Cat must you always come in
in and out
around and about
then put your cold paws on my skin?
I have always let you win
with your nosy little snout
then with a clout
you tip over the cups in that bin!

But mistress! The bin is intriguing
I'm sorry for all my trouble
and the doors can be oh so deceiving
when they shut I take tumbles
but I go on believing
you'll love me double
when I make my way back inside

She just lays in my lap
Most of the time
When she doesn't
She plays with my hair
Bating it back and forth
She looks at me with her
Big hazel eyes
Her fur so soft
And pure
I'll never let her go

And one cold fall day
The cats come out to play
As the cold wind whips
The cats purr and lick
Roaming through the narrow streets
Meowing cats black and sleek
On top of still cars
Content and undisturbed so far
Running and jumping and whipping their tails
Climbing rails and making trails
A cold breeze nips their noses
As they sniff around for roses
But all that's in the air
Is a cold fall breeze bare
Bitter and freezing
But the cats continue scheming
Unaware of their effect in large numbers
They run out of the way of motors
On that cold fall day
That the cats come out to play

Spring breezes on a lazy day
Blows dreams across the air
Waiting for tomorrow
Hoping wishes do come true

**~Marian~