.
She puts food
outside her door
for the cats
and raccoons
and the Scrub Jays –
.
and for all
who leave soft
wild footprints
in the frost.
.
.
(c) 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
.
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged cats, feral, Gaia, hunger, nature, poem, Poetry, wildlife, winter on October 12, 2019| 36 Comments »
.
She puts food
outside her door
for the cats
and raccoons
and the Scrub Jays –
.
and for all
who leave soft
wild footprints
in the frost.
.
.
(c) 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
.
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged cats, Poetry, tongue-in-cheek, tricubica on June 25, 2012| 30 Comments »
.
.
There is no
such thing as
just a cat.
.
(c) 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
.
It was recently discovered that Freddy has a terminal illness and I wanted to put this up now, while he’s still with us.
Update: R.I.P Freddy, 6-29-2012. Miss him….
* Tricubica: A poetic form 😉 that requires 3 lines, each with 3 syllables – invented solely for the purpose of turning this bit of prose into a “poem”. 😉
Posted in Poetry 2000 - 2009, tagged cats, dust, old cats, Poetry on February 5, 2012| 38 Comments »
The sun warms her bones,
washes sideways
around her stiff age.
She sharpens worn claws
on the cedar stump,
loose fur flying
rising on a breeze.
Bits of bark
fall to the dirt
where she rolls on her back.
She has no argument
with dust.
.
(c) 2001, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 2000 - 2009, tagged cats, old cats on September 4, 2011| 2 Comments »
Cat Years
(To Puddinpie)
.
The sun warms her bones,
washes sideways
around her stiff age.
She sharpens her claws
on the cedar stump
rising on a breeze.
Bits of bark
fall to the dirt
where she rolls on her back.
She has no argument
with dust.
(c) 2001