No one is following me no one likes my poem
I'm just so sad

once you’ve lived
with a cat or two
any item in the periphery -
a towel, a purse, a sock
becomes a still creature,
silently watching

I sit upon my throne of pain, to my left and right are precious stones of gold, silver and diamond sparkling challenges in my direction.My crown of agony sits majestically on my head.I wear it with pride. For what makes a queen, roses or thorns?

Bare branched silhouette
Sky larks pirhouette
Blue sky
Sunshine
Spring's arrived.