Morning
The morning sun comes through my window
awakening my senses.
I gaze around at my surroundings,
rose-pink walls,
books on the chest of drawers waiting to be read.
Through the bay window
I see the fern leaves waving in the breeze,
yellow and purple flowers dance.
I glance at the time, only early yet.
Back to dreamland for a while.
© Cathy Weaver
My Cat
Pillamena,
ya should have seen her
on the walking track,
disguised as a man in black
when someone yelled,
“Ya bloody nigger!”
She turned into a tiger
and with a feral snigger
she tore the racist bastard in two,
pausing only to regurgitate
his fine walking shoes.
© Loretta Gaul, April 2012
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