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I Long For Stars

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The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

The Wonder Cat



You Taught Me...

Thank You For Being Your Own Treasure

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

Threading Myself Through The River Called Night

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How Hounds-tooth Became Her Friend

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

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If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

The Nature Of Water

I Saw A Star And Dared to Reach For It

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The House Is Alive

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Broken Things Are Beautiful

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Little Bundle I Call Joy

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Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

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You Taught Me...


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I found you in a tall bush
your stump of a tail quivering

whiskers burned off
some drunk man had
put his cigarette out on your
wee striped face

you were not on my lease
but I felt compelled to take you in
how I had to...
as if you were my
"no other choice..."
and eventually,
a new reason to feel alive

you taught me
what it was like
to be very small, vulnerable
I'd forgotten this tacit bit of information
because it had been too painful--
quite on purpose

the loud words and scolding worlds
of the universe are quite useless
aren't they,
my new little one?

the small.
like small kittens
deserve patience
and an abundance of love--
as mistakes and mischief are
as common together
as kittens born in the spring
and I felt that, yes,
forgiveness ought to have been
your abundance

the alcoholic neighbor
who lived on 2ndfloor
caddy-corner from our front door,
(who once no holds-barred-wrestled his ex-wife
naked in the hallway)
told me
"cats don't understand vitriole
and frustration and people-lectures
nor their contents...

"but, they understand your tone,
abundantly,
so its best if you spoke
more kindly to your new kitten...
indulged him a little more."

TLP, my little one,
better understood the sound of love
and of busy-ball toys
and proffered spoonfuls of vanilla yogurt
and dragging my dirty underwear out of the hamper
and lastly,
relishing unraveling unused rolls of toilet paper

you relished too
in all the smelliness in my apartment
and in smelling me up...

at first you nuzzled in
near my feet
then you claimed my right fleshy hip
eventually you squirmed your way up
a sort of invisible climbing ladder
up into my arms
and stayed

at night we shared our secrets
while your ears flickered backwards
and I breathed in the warm musty scent of you
our mutual breathing
the bellows which lulled us to sleep

on your last day on earth
you ran into the bathroom with something
so important on your mind
as I was bathing in the claw-foot tub
trying to get ready for work....
you place both of your striped paws
on the tub edge opposite me--
letting out a wonded yell
so I cooed at you and gently kissed
on top of your forehead

when I stepped out of the tub
not five minutes afterwards...
your life-less body with its
bottle -green eyes wide open
lay on its side staring up
with one bent paw extended
one half of my heart
had fallen away

knocking furiously
at a neighbors door.
I begged them to verify
what I thought I'd seen
--greeey death stealing treasure

her silent nod
confirmed things
I gathered and you were gone--
she told me
where did you go.

the next day all of your
your family pictures,
your favorite quilt
the busy-ball
a tuft of all of our hair
Lucky's Buddy's Mine
and carried you to
your resting place

TLP
you taught me
about what it meant love and commit
and play harder
how there could be another day
after a bad one

I've never quite accepted that sad one
and carried with me its remnants
as a bereaved Mother
would carry her child

how often you visit me still


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM. 7:14am PST 1/14/2022 TIME/DATE STAMPED
THIS POEM MIGHT EXIST HERE IN ANOTHER FORM ON ANOTHER DAY...BUT
THIS IS THE NEW FORM/DAY. TIGGER IS STILL VERY MUCH A PART OF ME
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS WHO MIGHT NOT HAVE HAD AS
MUCH TO WRITE ABOUT IT...HAD YOU NOT COME INTO HER LIFE
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

FOR TIGGER LE POUNCE, ALWAYS WITH GREAT JOY AND REMEMBRANCE AND RUBS...
LOVE ALWAYS, HIS MOM, DAD, AND GREAT LOVE, LUCKY KITTEN







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