Charlotte Ballard Poems
Ode To Pizza
You delight the nose with evocative
Promise of stringy cheese, pepperoni
And tomato sauce warm. Each piece
Contested over, grabbed, hungered over
Until sated, the hungry hordes retreat
To sofas soft and stretch out feet first.
Til' Breakfast time, tomorrow.
Black Cat guards the top of my computer
Smiles gently as eyes are closed
Bought at half price at a shelter
Crowded with cousins needing homes.
She celebrates her supremeness and her beauty
By knocking my drink into my keyboard.