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Always Deep Blue (written 7/3-7/6/2022)

THE GLASS BETWEEN MY SELVES

A Poem From The Dark

AND THE NIGHT SKY WOULD BECOME BLUE AGAIN

I Woke Up /// re-edited 2/2/2022 12:31PM



Granddad John James re-edited 10:05Pm 1/31/22

The Grapes (Lucious Grape/ August 31, 2005

TAKE YOUR PEN NOW AND SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE

You Taught Me...

Thank You For Being Your Own Treasure

How Hounds-tooth Became Her Friend

A Language You Can't Ignore.... re-edited 1/12/2022

They Say The Preying Mantis Is No Lady

You Can Oh Yes You Can (RE-EDITED 1/9/2021 12:07AM PST time and date stamped.)

HERSTORY...NOT A POEM BUT EXPERIENCE #ONE

I Saw A Star And Dared to Reach For It

The Invitation..( the message of .come as you are>>)

The Nature Of Water

THIS IS MY CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE, ENTER WITHIN

the wonder that always shall be...

Do You Gather Up Your Days The Way Others Collect Wild Butterflies?

The Man On The Red Bicycle (an ode) RE-EDITED 12/4/2021

Stray Cats and I have an understanding... 11/23/2021 copyright

If It Does Them Any Good At All 11/16/2021 date/time stamped

OUTSIDE-THE CROWS 11/14/2021

Still, More Time NOV 6 2021

The Wonder Cat

Little Bundle I Call Joy

AUGUST 1977 (IN THE REMEMBERING)

Wishing Them Onto Better Days

Seize This Day, The One You're With

Only Grief....

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The Wonder Cat


Ghuey relished rolling
in the dirt.

It didn't matter if it was
bark dust
sand near the curb or
dust in the parking lot

he was going to claim it

Ghuey liked to play with moths

dance a pas de deux with them
leaping, tour jetes high into the air
only to accidentally land on their fragile bodies
to tear their wings

he couldn't understand that
he might end its fragile life...
something he found so
captivating and beautiful.

I know he never meant to
hurt anything...
the moth, a bird, a squirrel.
Usually he'd just stare.

After the moth,
he meowed loudly to himself
gazing around in profound amazement..
what happened to my little friend?

He'd tap the moth gently
and then look up at me
go back to the moth
and repeat this action
over and over again
until dejected at last
he'd hang his head,
scratch behind his ears and jaw
as if to say
what did I do
what happened
sometimes searching endlessly
long after the moth
had been taken away.

sweet boy
a gentle soul...
yet he stood his ground
when neighbor's dogs charged
and blipped him headlong
into the air

once Ghuey did a complete 360 turn mid-air
and landed facing the Rottweiler
sizing her up for battle and then
swiping her the entire length of her nose.

the wounded Rott
skedaddled, her cover blown,
yelping as she hurled headlong
across the street.

the Rot's owner admitted
"she deserved that."
and never said another word.
Her "Princess" had been a cat-chaser
all her life...Ghuey
was the first cat to stand up to her.

All I could do was laugh
and grin.
that cat
oh our cat...what a boy he is

and then he'd pad off to his favoreite spot
where he'd plop down unceremoniously
staring out at his world
from under the largest tree on the lot
measuring himself
and coming up self-satisfied.

yeah, Dog...just you
come see about me
and then he shnuffled,
snoozed
and snored
sonorously...

He'd earned his nap...
The Wonder Cat
indeed-indeed!



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