Category: Poetry

January 27th

however fierce the bed bugs bite its head, the cat won’t leave the bed

January 26th

she’s gone; to a new house and food but the winter rain brings her back to you

January 25

you can’t, oh, you can’t hunt for cats in any way – just go along and play

January 24th

north wind, where it blows – spreading loneliness and cold – a warmth-spreading cat goes

January 23rd

the short days have an advantage – come home to a cat that loves you