She purrs at me when I’m trying to work.
She calls out when she feels alone,
a tiny little baby meow
that belongs to a big, fat, once homeless
bunch of love.
Monthly Archives: September 2013
I Write
I write
because I have to.
Not because someone told me I should.
Well, maybe once or twice I created something worthwhile on an order.
Mostly,
It just bursts out of me
faster than I can get it on paper,
or stays inside way too long before splattering the keyboard with emotion.
Filed under poetry
Nickie Did That 