To a bread crumb,
Oh, tiny meal of a mouse
Hidden, you are, under the table
Stale with dry jelly
Dodged the broom, and now forgotten
To all but the mouse
Who has waited so patiently
For a feast such as this
To bring in his little chamber in the wall
And share with his kids
As it slides lazily along
The pace finally quickens.
As it comes to the edge,
It tips and curls over.
Hurriedly it falls as if in a race;
Till finally with a crash,
It meets the water below.
-October 2008
Wind blows, leaves quiver.
Some lose their grip.
As Summer is fading and Fall approaches,
Leaves start to slip.
-November 2008
A cat
Curls up, lays down,
Sleeps by the fireplace,
Lounges around without a care.
Lazy.
-September 2008
Sweet, steaming tea poured properly
Into the pink porcelain cup
Sipped simply — no slurping
Softly set on the silver saucer
Beside beautifully baked biscuits and breads
Laid lightly on lace-covered luncheon table
Delightful!
– December 2008