Lay Low, Meowed Ones

i just want twin cats,
 to mince Trump’s Korea threat,
 and relax in peace
 

Misunderstanding

why the rain, Mama?
 we were ready to frolic
 in forever sun
 

Coup d’Etat

who is this traitor
sitting in my mother’s chair
where we were once queens?

Game of Thrones

queens of the castle
 reign over new recliner
 cause cats run the show
 

Interception

art intercepts life
 on a cloudy Denver day
 at the museum
 
 social justice rules
 when we create from our souls–
 pen; paint on canvas
 
 after a long walk
 The Nightingale finally ends
 (leaving with sorrow)
 
 sorrow chases steps
 across the gray of our lives,
 of this cool spring day.
 
 but i still find hope:
 in neighborhood yard signs,
 girls getting along,
 
 in the purring cats,
 the moist grass that begs to grow,
 the chances that wait,
 
 in my daughters’ eyes,
 and the fight we all must fight
 till tomorrow comes.
 

My Hope for Today

it took seven weeks
 for you to trust me enough
 to sit in my lap
 
 pleasure purrs through us
 as you cuddle and nibble
 and at last share love
 

Running Rabid

since the election,
 somehow my days have become
 a cataclysmic mix of mundane chores
 and tearing my hair out over
 what we’ve done to our democracy
 
 it’s the gut wrenching choice
 Travis must make as Riona and I
 grapple with Old Yeller-
 do I shoot my best friend
 or suffer the same fate?
 
 only—
 our fate is sealed, well after
 the roan bull has staggered onto our property… and Yeller?
 his last howl hovers over
 a hydrophobic nation
 
 God save us all.
 
 
 

Kiko’s Interpretation of Chores

folding laundry blues:
 time to rest on pink towel
 till this is over
 

January Delight

the snow followed us
 past the children’s snowflake art
 (well played fantasy)
 
 a day of chores, work;
 making plans and meeting friends
 (light as white sparkles)
 
 here rests our winter:
 cat in lap, tea in the pot,
 (inside outside peace)
 

Cheers to Santa

our new year baby
 to wash away the heartbreak
 that has plagued this year