The cat is on the ***
trying to weasel a treat
meow meow is all she say.

Wish I could be like her
well taken care of
all my needs met
each and every hour
all-the-live-long-day.

Sitting in amusement
falling in love
with a muse that
visits on occasion.

Some glances
at various watercolours
hung on walls.

Strokes and dabs
smears and smudges
peeking out from
under matting.

Dry oceans
rain clouds
no longer wet.

Crafted by a
friendly schizophrenic  
while half in the bag
I'll bet.

A smile beneath my nose
a tiny tear slips from my eye
I don't need a death sentence
to know that I'm alive.

Reaching for a treat
she gives a precious
growl and comes
quick and sleek.

My fingertips
feel her gentle nibble
so goes a night at home.