Oh to have your plaintive voice Interrupting our virtual meetings again. Those expressive meows, your speech with humans, To distract and entertain once more.
But your cuddly, soft paws will pounce on the keyboard no more. Your sentinel spot, standing watch o’er your human, lies vacant.
Thou eater of cat grass, which took a week to grow Thou master of the bowls, so earning the pride of human souls,
Into the night you’ve gone, Walked on through that door— Fare thee well, until we meet once more.
Author’s Note: when first I wrote Unnecessary Risk, I could have sworn I had already written a poem by that name. I didn’t find it, so went ahead with it. But I stumbled upon the first one recently, so here it is, unedited, almost exactly seven years later after I first wrote it.
The thrill of unnecessary risk
Flows through my mind quite brisk
I can hear you now saying tsk-tsk.
Into my life I fold it with a wisk.
From the height of the stairs I leap. But the landing angle’s too deep, So I catch the concrete, sow then reap. My knees are grated, but my speech needs no bleep.
The scar from the incident, seven years later.
I roll, my “ouch” uttered, pick up my hat. A quick check of my knees; blood does not yet mat. I look around and find no one around —drat! I’ll be the last on the bus, so I fly like a bat.
Curled up in a ball
Wrapped up in a hammock
Swaying in the salty breeze
Saline stained cheeks turn salty red
Red ball dips below the water line
Or, buried in the sand
Naught but head
Protrudes from mock grave
Sand a bearable weight of being
Brings calm to anxious limbs
Deepens once shallow breaths
Huddled ’round a 55 gallon drum
Fire burning low
Fingerless gloves the compulsory style
Company sells tragedy cheap
But Rails sing a compelling song
To be part of the wave
Buried in thoughts of death Unbidden He seeks new life
Musings of a Kunderian Monster 