A joy that fills a heart
bringing a dancing song
of “meow,” “meow”
to a playful mindset
of trigger curiosity
to adorable favorite pet
with a white fuzzy soft touch
and big blue eyes
that goes by a Kitty girl's name
she greets me with a
gracious of warmth smile
in her march parade float
waving her tail high in the air
rolling her tiny belly over
display in slow motion pace
to go for a play in a gleeful mood
she snuggles in with me
to cuddle her like a baby

For a blanket to wrap
It's woven threads between us
For the sound of morning
To wake us from slumber
For our hands to meet halfway
In a gentle touch
To weave our bodies together
For a moment to gaze
At the art of our Creator
For a time to draw close
And shed the distance between
For a night of song
And a twilight of soul
For the wish of a moment
And the treasure of many

We adore the bees, for they bring us joy
Yet wasps, their kinfolk, get shear disdain
Everyone rejoices watching bees deploy
But assume that wasps bring nothing but pain
'Tis seldom asked "Is that indeed the case
That bees deliver flowers and honey
And wasps do nothing but assault your leg?"
After all, bees have still attacked my face
And left an unsightly wart on my knee
We pardon them for honey prized like nutmeg

Sometimes we talk about death
and all it has taken away. Maybe we'll find religion,

or look deeper into philosophy, or a similar comfort
to help us manage our grief and concern.

For now, we'll settle for what we have
together, among the here and now.

And maybe, just maybe this
will help keep the unknown at bay.