How do I inform my master?
I am only a little cat
How to tell him what I'm after?
I cannot speak I cannot chat
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My fingers are painfully stiff
I wonder if it was the job,
I typed day and night and what if
That is why my fingers throb?
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I don’t know what to write about
I really don’t know what to say
I could say I’ve never had gout
Or it's a funny kind of day
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Perhaps we do not want to, but it's time.
We have to put aside our hate and talk
of futures, not the past, and not the crime
we suffered forty years ago, but walk
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Too many thoughts are racing in my mind,
Frenetic, frenzied, each confronting each.
If only I could leave them all behind.
They're hurting me and I just want to screech,
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An angel made a liar out of me,
For years I thought this angel was benign,
But he disguised himself so cleverly,
I truly thought his character divine.
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If you should find these lines when I have left
And I am in that dark and silent place,
Where gloom is all around, as it's bereft
Of sunshine, take heart and let your eyes trace
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Oh early years of long, long-ago time,
When I would see the world through child-like eyes
And he and I would roam about and climb
The apple trees below the sunlit skies,
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I cannot write a poem every day,
You do not know the energy required;
To sit composing, thinking what to say
And how to say it, leaves me feeling tired;
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I did not know that you had left this world,
That you had died, that you had gone away.
I often think of you, how your lips curled
To give a smile to me which made my day.
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