Bright Spots

Last autumn we acquired two "new" kitties from a local animal shelter to help refill our empty, or almost empty, home with love and life again and to give our Fluff cat some company; she kept wandering around yowling as if to call poor Sammie back from beyond and it seemed like we would lose her too unless positive measures were taken.  Although the kittens and younger cats were adorable and fun to watch and play with, I chose a pair of ten-year-old sister kitties named Binx and Snowball.  I chose well.

With the distractions of concern and distress over my Grandmother's failing health, as well as other family matters and personal troubles, I am only now getting around to sharing this little poem with you who happen upon my blog.  I hope you enjoy it.


BINXIE

My idiosyncratic cat
Who chatters on about this and that.
The birds, the food, the fresh,
Bright air,
Her sister Snowball's blue-eyed stare.
She chirps and purrs when its time to sleep
And flips and flops
And mews and squeaks
Until the one spot of rest is found,
Then soft silence becomes her song.