My kitties had to go to see the vet.
It’s routine. Still, they hate to do it.
But, they hunkered down. They were all good cats.
And somehow we all got through it.
My kitties had to go to see the vet.
It’s routine. Still, they hate to do it.
But, they hunkered down. They were all good cats.
And somehow we all got through it.
Eleven hundred people died.
Two million got the vaccine.
And many more threw off their masks
for the Spring Break Party Scene.
I reached out for a rainbow
but it slipped away from me.
The colors danced and shimmered
leaving just their memory.
Did you see the crescent moon tonight
hov’ring high in the Western sky?
A strip of glimmering, shimmering light—
not a single star near by.
My cats and I get along quite well.
The relationship is clear.
They do whatever they want to,
and I don’t interfere.
I follow with alacrity
the CDC’s insistence:
Wash your hands.
Wear your mask.
And keep your social distance.
The candle is burning,
spreading light,
to let you know that
the world’s all right.
It’s harder than I thought ‘twould be
to get help for my hair.
I’ll have to go on longer with
my hair in disrepair.
I’ve fallen in love with Turbo Tax.
I praise their product to the Max.
Tax Season used to make me queasy.
But, now, my taxes are Easy-Peasy.
Easy to buy.
Hard to sell.
An age old phrase…
I know it well.