National Poetry Month

Desert Ghosts I

I
I feel
I feel the
I feel the presence
I feel the presence of
I feel the presence of those

who came before me.

Canyon de Chelly

National Poetry Month

This is National Poetry month, so in its honor...

the pitter pat
of my little cat
as she quickly bats
at my fallen hat

and she skitters and slides
under beds where she hides
and from there she presides
on the whole of her pride

Miss Kitty