When I go out,
my cat sprawls
on the carpet and
dismisses me with
a half-opened eye.

When I return, I
find him in the
same disdainful
posture.

But I imagine that
when I am gone
he calls his cat
buddies, they come
over, drink beer
and whiskey,
smoke cigars, play
poker and watch
kitty ****.

Small wonder the
poor beast needs
so much sleep.

  ~mce

deep chill
of early morning

another
lost autumn
disappears

winter the
only promise

always kept

  ~mce

It is true that
poetry will never

buy you a beer
fix your flat tire
or pay your rent

but if you tend it
lovingly and well

it can blossom
and grow like a
gorgeous perennial

into the one
true friend

who will never
ever let you down

   ~mce