I got a box in the mail
Just the other day
Scissors revealed the contents
The rest was thrown away.
Just as I thought it was finished
That it was all said and done.
A loud whiny meow from behind me came
And cat and box become one.
When he first started to climb
Into the box so small
I had to stand and laugh at him
He couldn’t fit at all.
But then the cat gave me look
And though no words were said
He communicated that he would fit
And the box would be his new bed.
I watched his bones begin to melt
He impossibly liquefied
And as the cat scrunched himself in
I laugh until I cried.
The moral of the story
Before this poem, I quit
In cat-dom it’s entirely true
If a cat fits, it sits.
My dog is malfunctioning
I’ve noticed it outside
I don’t know how to describe it
Or if it can be classified.
I throw him the ball, and he runs
And catches up with it.
And then instead of bringing it back
He plops his butt down and sits.
He never brings the ball back
It’s a skill he sorely lacks.
While I’m running back and forth
He just seems to relax.
So it’s time to face the facts folks
Denial cannot be spoken
The poodle in him works just fine
But the retriever is definitely broken.
I originally posted this back in January. It’s how I’m feeling today, so here ya go. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go take a certain Goldendoodle outside… again. lol
At my desk working away and he’s there.
Head on my lap looking up at me
His big brown eyes stare into my soul.
They plead. He whines.
I know what he wants
But a deadline looms large over me.
Ignoring the warming weight on my leg
I try to concentrate.
But the rhythmic thumping of his tail distracts me.
I sigh, get up, grab his leash, and head outside
With him happily dashing ahead of me.
What can I say, I’ve been puppy whipped.
I’m hiding under my covers
Like a frightened little child.
With one eye, I peek out
As my imagination runs wild.
I make sure I’m totally covered
That I am out of sight.
As I hide from the blinking cursor
Because I don’t know what to write.
The other day when I was visiting my mom in the hospital, she had BiPAP on so it was very hard to understand what she was saying. That came back to haunt me today. During my visit today, she started talking about that and how I couldn’t figure out the word “eat” after figuring out the letters “e” and “a.” She went through the whole scenario and then declared me to be a “dumbass.” I knew I heard her correctly but it took me a second to fully process it.
“Did you just call me a dumbass?” I asked her.
She responded by emphatically nodding in the affirmative and then gave me the biggest grin I’ve seen on her face in weeks. It just made me laugh out loud. Then she called my older sister over to her bedside and told her she was in “deep shit” and once again grinned. She was totally playing with us and it was glorious to see that side of her personality again. Even in her weakened state, struggling to breathe, she still has her sense of humor. That is what I admire most about her, her ability to laugh even in the darkest times of her life. It has gotten her through so much pain and heartache and I am hoping it gets her through this as well. But from now on, I am officially a “dumbass.”
The storm blew itself out yesterday
Yet the ocean still bears its mark.
Wave after wave crash over the seawall
As I sit here in my car watching them.
Awestruck by the power the ocean possesses
Flooding the roadway and threatening
Houses across the street.
Looking out as far as the eye can see
Waves undulate and approach.
Sentinel stones bear the weight of
The eternal movement of the ocean.
Hypnotized, I am lost in thought
Until the ocean coldly reminds me
To close the sunroof.
I’m thinking of becoming a beekeeper
A good friend said to me.
I asked why she’d want to do that
Build an apiary
There are lots of flowering plants here
A honeybee paradise
That’s a very good idea I said
Very sound and wise
I am kind of hesitant she said
Scared of possible stings
When harvesting the honey
Despite protective clothing
Well I guess there’s only one question to ask
An obvious one to me
And what is that she asked as I smiled and said
To bee or not to bee?