my cat is crying,
crying still, and always loud.
his mouth is grief incarnate.
what name could hold you,
you feathered fury,
you opera of complaint.

Prepare the battle kittens!  War
     Is coming down the lane!
The ammo Nerf is on the floor;
     The window feels the pane.

When lollipops and ****** bombs
     Fall from a summer sky,
A sandwich crust of soccer moms
     Will say goodBillybye.

She's a pure hearted girl
with the happiest soul
She talks to the moon
listens to the trees
speaks with the animals
and compliments the flowers

Yet, often she feels sad
because she loves too much
and thinks too deep
Her nights are sometimes dark
But every time
she pulls herself back together
and decides
that her personality
is too positive
to be so negative.

L.C.

Ten years, my tears, and his last breaths.

Wrapped in a white sheet, I carry him outside.

Later, my pick and shovel in hand.

It's hot, and the backyard weeds are tough to pull from the high ground.

The sky is iridescent blue. I wish it would rain

I swing the pick and hit dry ground.

The gray slate slab, the black painted letters poke above the tall grass.

I run my hand along the stone and whisper words only he and I can hear.

I wish it would rain.

She likes it
when it barks,

she likes the noise it makes:

a child crying
without the guilt.

Agressive and violent;
not her fault.

The victim of blood-soaked eyes
and gnashing teeth.

The victim of a deafening silence,
and the deafening need

to fill it.

The moon the stars and the whole galaxy
A few hours,  A million years, A billion
it warps and changes
it all happens at one
expecting to see the yellow at night
a reflection of irises
A brightness of soul beneath shadows of night

Wondering eyes for stars 
connecting to find strands 
Leo, Lepus, Lynx, Lupus, 
No sextant will find the hue of jade
No eyes will see the forest 
No hands will run through the foliage 

A deathbed shared with a sibling 
and a constellation yet to be discovered

It's raining cats and dogs today,
my tongue the cat has stolen away,
and I watch in silence as pigs fly,
then tumble earthward from the sky.
A cheeky monkey, full of guile,
pulls wool over my eyes, for a while
and as the wolf cries false alarms,
a wild goose chase begins across the farm.

In a China shop, a bull runs free,
shattering porcelain endlessly.
An elephant now stands in plain sight,
as I hold my horses and watch this plight.
The top dog lounges, cool and wise,
as others bark their foolish cries,
up wrong trees, early birds take flight,
to catch the worm before first light.

The lion claims his hearty share,
while flapping fish gasp in open air,
now, take the bull by the horns,
it must be tamed
by a red herring so aptly named!
The cat slips free, the bag is untied,
there are no secrets left to hide,
the bird now sings, a call to all,
"Oh, to be a fly upon a wall!"

©️ Lizzie Bevis

If all the people I loved in this life were to disappear
The grains of my soul would fade
I embody love to its finest definition
The clay is moldable, definable to the muse
A reflection of the strings tied

If my love is a reflection of others love for me
what if the mirrors break?

His hand cradling mine
Or holding a bloodied knife
My heart beats it’s melody
A painful screeching tune, or forsaken philosophy
Whales glide with their dead calf
Although the time will take its course longer

Shall humans fate is to see the worst in people when eyes first meet
What if love at first sight is the irony of vulnerability
A failed perception.
Or just a lesson.

That life’s first breath was bitter
filled with smoke
To be fulfilled, the lungs must be blackened