C & K

Rook

chatting with a rook
a collection of sorrows
watching every move

an expression of elegance
the dinner party of the decade

no riff-raff or new money
the party required no invitations

assorted cummerbunds
adorn the figures of the ladies

frocks and opera pumps
caress the muscles of the men

the imagining
of a war through the prism of
the old movie screen
they watch, and the terror comes
the sickness of gluttony

two by the river
a hero ready to fight
something creeps closer
distracted by the pussy
the hero’s hamartia

wispy sun-filled day
a boxer and fresh coffee
fumes from the tabby

The puddle splashing
She loves to jump for the leaves
a jovial soul
As the years passed, she slowed down
The urge to Heel warmed my heart

a paw to the flag
meowing the national anthem
a fluffy patriot

I move along the memory lines –
A rosy filter fills me with nostalgia.

Those days before technology –
watching movies with the parents,
and listening to cassette tapes.

I move above the memory lines –
all the filters fall away to reveal

Brown.

The gloaming fades slow
into the cloudy darkness
where there are no stars

The whispering night
scintilla of loneliness
too far from our home

A dream from space,
watching the Earth from the heavens.

Insignificant in size,
wars and genocide ravage the planet.

Up here is the quiet,
a place for contemplation and dreaming.

A jolt from the cat,
the reality of humanity fills the room with

Our Sadness.