Friday, May 6, 2011

Just Some Thoughts


MAY DAY, 2011

FLASHBACK: THE WILD WEST
No, said Jackie,
In her blood-caked pink suit,
I shall go as I am.
Let them see what they've done.

BREAKING NEWS: THE EMERALD CITY
No, pronounced Barack, from the big white house,
And, over and over, justice has been done.
They don't need to see. There will be no pictures.
Justice has been done.

NO TRIAL: A TAXPAYER'S QUESTIONS
But the old man was unarmed.
So, why not captured -- put to a public trial?
To honor all we hold dear,
For the sake of our common humanity?

IN THE MIND'S EYE: A CITIZEN'S IMAGES
That accused assassin, Oswald,
Murdered in jail by a vengeful man.
That avowed assassin, bin Laden,
Shot in the head by a president's team.

REFRAIN: A RECURRING QUATRAIN
No trial, blood pours,
And so justice is done,
But by whose definition,
And under whose sun?

© 2011 by Mary R. Bull

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Cocooning with Cats

Recently I noticed a satirical tweet which said that, if there were no women, cats would be out of a job. I sort of doubt there was any empirical evidence to support that assertion, although it's true that old ladies who keep cats have been a stereotype for as long as I can remember. But the tweet did set me thinking about my cats and me. And I came up with the following verses:

Cocooning with Cats

Somehow I feel safer with cats in the house –
Their goals seem to match up with mine.
They want a routine,
Plus they want the place clean
(Of vermin at least) or they'll whine.

My cats are quite old and they seldom carouse
When others are trying to sleep.
A little fresh food
And they're soon in the mood
To curl up and purr for their keep.

Although we make do with but informal vows,
We renew them when dangers appear.
And they're always alert
To share my dessert,
Just as I am to keep my cats near.

Little May Basket

From a gardening friend, a tiny arrangement of pansies and violas, featuring a lone petunia.

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