we have found our box
not perfect nor expensive
yet perfectly lit

we have found our box
not perfect nor expensive
yet perfectly lit

our black cat smiles
for her Halloween spirit
to seep through the leaves

so like her black cat
always calling for her needs
hoping we’ll listen

here we are again
begging for an opening,
trapped between closed doors

soap box continues
with a broken-down kitty
too tired to care

i want the cute cat
and not the cracked-up pavement
through the broken woods


cats will rule the earth
(i was told at a party)
because they are queens

pretty much my life:
trying to find a safe place;
(need help with the door)

no disturbance here
queen cat doesn't mind sawing
from her planted throne
