Octavia’s Arrival

 Tapitly, tap, tap,

That’s the sound of my feet,

Coming towards the shake, shake, shake,

Thats the sound of my treat.

I’m always hungry,

And mostly tired,

But pull out catnip,

And I’ll be all wired.

Mom lets me on the counter,

But grandma does not,

I’ll jump on it anyways,

Even when it’s really hot. 

I got to live this life,

And I was living the dream,

Till mom brought me a sister,

And then I became mean.

I hissed at this calico,

So young and sprung,

I was afraid to be replaced, 

And to this worry I clung.

Mom and I always had each other,

She was mine alone for nine years,

Mom and I did everything together,

Through all the laughs and the tears.

But now this wild thing,

“Octavia” is what mom calls her,

Has now invaded my home

And things aren’t what they were.

She drinks from MY water,

And eats from MY food bowl,

She plays will all MY toys,

And even climbs MY scratching pole.

“Go away!” I hiss,

When Octavia comes near,

“Patricia” mom whispers

“You have nothing to fear.”

“Octavia just wants to play,

And she likes you too.

Just because I love her,

Doesn’t mean I stopped loving you.

In fact, you are why she’s here,

‘Cause I don’t like you being alone.

When I’m at work, 

Your loneliness has shown”

I curl into her stomach,

And purr against her chest.

I listen to mom’s voice,

And lay my head down to rest.

A brush of warmth settles against me,

A soft mew opens my eyes,

Octavia is purring against me,

Oh boy, what a surprise!

Do I growl or bat her off?

Well I suppose not today,

So I lay my head besides hers,

I guess having Octavia is okay.

Mom strokes our backs,

“Good girls” I hear her say.

Maybe Octavia’s not so bad,

I guess I’ll let her stay.

Judgement Day

Hey

What would they say

When my time comes

For Judgement day?

I am afraid

I’m not good enough

That they will see

Right through my bluff.

Have I made

A difference to

Help the world

To stay true? 

Have my words

Taken a part

In the world

Changing it’s heart?

Did I save

Lives that would be taken

By broken hearts

That are mistaken?

When the bells are ringing,

I want to her the angels singing

“Your time is now, the past was rough,

But forever will you be enough.”

Ode to Patricia

 I remember, many years ago,

When my mind was misunderstood,

Adopting a lonely, golden feline,

Never knowing that she would,

Save me and change me,

To make me the woman I am today,

Now that I’m older, I realize,

I wouldn’t change the past in any way.

Because she thought me a lesson, 

On how to remain true,

To the words locked beneath my core,

With all the things she helped me through.

I learned that genuine love,

Could pull me past the pain,

And I don’t have to earn it,

By forcing myself to change.

I remember how she would nestle close,

And whispered in my ear,

A rhythmic purr that translated to

“I will always be here”.

She would tell me that she loved me,

In all the ways she could,

And it took me years to find out,

That she always understood.

Now she lays next to me,

Watching the pen in my hand,

Her eyes full of pride, 

Because I took a stand.

She rests now in her old age,

Knowing her job is well done.

After all she did for me,

Her goal has now been won.

Because I became everything,

She knew that I could be.

Her heart was all I needed,

So that I could finally be me.

The Pencil of a Writer

 Tap, tap, tap

The drum of a utensil

That’s sharp as a whip

But worth more than gold.

A creator of worlds

And release of emotion

A way in which 

To give meaning to life

A conductor of energy

From the core of my being

To define who I am

And harness my power

For the purpose of good

To reveal the truth 

And set my soul free

The Warmth of a Feline

The crispy air creeps over my skin

as I’m snuggled into the covers

the comforter fashioned tightly around

in the bleak of the night

shivers tingle my senses

and become a beacon for warmth

a shadow mewls softly

as it nestles into my body 

it’s heat radiates through my skin

and warms my core. 

the rhythmic vibration of purring

sends me into a daze

no longer am I cold

and no longer am I alone

so to the night I bid farewell

as my consciousness floats away

only to awaken to sunlight 

that shines on the beauty

who stayed at my side

and as she notices I have awoken

she nuzzles into my head 

as if to say “good morning”

and “I love you, forever and always”