Flyboy & Maisie

Cats? No more.
more cats? No
no more cats! Please.

Traded: one
good airplane for tiny
flea and pneumonia ridden kitten
it must have been the heat
– and humidity of late July

Maisie the dog
licks, cajoles, barks
plays the daily game of chase
while we sit and watch

Doomed by birth
into an open bag of warehouse trash
a now long-legged little boy
struts into the room and uses his gift
flies from sofa to sofa – and beyond
not quite what we had in mind

The Lord moves in mysterious ways

May we all learn to embrace the unchosen
and unexpected. Merry Christmas, kitten!

Similar Posts

  • Necklace

    Sun’s first rays pick at the blinds teasing them open just a little then its long fingers stretch across the room and tickle my face Outside the world moves in slow motion gulls doze on a diamond sea whose only movement is a ripple as it turns over in its sleep A few birds lazily…

  • Ford Island

    No feral cats roam the island sit on windowsills sleep on forgotten front porches Trimmings that made houses homes days holidays seasons special. Gone. war came. duty called. Then the world changed. Snug in St. Maggie’s Dale cats hiss and scamper sneak around corners bivouac under a chair Jimmy the dog has come to stay…

  • Destination Seattle

    Two weeks too many states bitter cold, bittersweet Asia and Blue Parakeet huddle, heading NW into winter We stretch legs wandering Wright Patterson Air Force Museum Herm Crab has retreated uncaring that a cold Pacific awaits Crossing into St. Louis driving rain obscures the exits settled in, we reminisce about dining near the old brick…

  • Pacem

    There was something magical – and fragile – about the tissue papers on which we corresponded (marked PAR AVION) and the interminable weeks between each letter Post World War II the world was trying to rebuild, heal we (Yukiko and I) were part of that process – two children: one Japanese, one American Our shared…

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *