Nature's Friends

Nature's Friends


Cats know when you're sad.
That's when they befriend you -
Sleep on your bed,
Walk on your lap,
Nestle in your arm -
In the crook of it -
Cuddle there and sleep.
Their presence and affection
Are all they have to give.
Is it intuition
Or something in their souls
That tells them you're unhappy?
What advocate of heaven
Made angels of the cats?


"Our Interests"


America has interests
All around globe
Which requires several wars
In each administration.
With so many interests
In other people's countries
(Ridiculous if bullets didn't hurt)
Why are Yanks
So very much alone?


Writing Poems


Cynical or trusting,
Nasty or benign,
I must write verses
It is clear to me
Right up til I die,
Or I shall die.
Whether I am good at it
Or it's an avocation -
I've got to think that somewhere
There is beauty.