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October 26, 2016

Sleek through the house,
He glides between the others,
Picks at treats on the floor.
(Stealthy paw swipes.)

He climbs the furniture
With his scissor paws.
(My hand a testament
to their effectiveness in battle
or at play.)

Rescued from stones
In a barn - his loud
Meow a beacon
For his saviors.

Now, he is ready
For Halloween as he notices
Homages to him

Around the house
In snow globes, on towels,
Knickknacks on the walls,

Candle holders
And stuffed animals.

All the black cat,
The harbinger of candy
And ghouls.

This is Poem #186 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. 

In October of 2016, friends rescued a tiny, feral kitten from the foundation of an old, New England barn and delivered him to us. Just in time for Halloween, Ziggy Stardust joined our family.

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October 25, 2016

We rescued him at Halloween,
A dangerous time for the sleek,
Ebony feline. Cruelty can

Abound in rituals and pranks.
He hops around - almost blue -
Those round, saucer eyes.

Oh, kitten, trapped in the foundation
Of an ancient barn. Mother gone.
And sister starving in the hayloft.

Tiny and too young, we nursed
You and named you after an icon.
Ziggy Stardust, black

As the October night sky,
Ride on my broom with me.
Be my familiar purr.

This is Poem #185 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. 

October 8, 2016

At three a.m. the bed becomes
A trampoline and calisthenics ensue.
Cats prowl in the night.

It is their way.

We rescue, feed, pet, and love.
They attack our hands
In vicious, savage play.
(Tiny tigers practicing for the hunt.)

Triangle-velvet ears are perked,
And round eyes lock with yours.
Sleep can come at another time.


This is Poem #176 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. 

June 27, 2016

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Grazing through their new life, 

Both mustangs once wild.

Once free, kidnapped

Under federal law. (Why,

 

Aren’t we all, kidnapped?)

Branded by the BLM, along

Their velvet necks – forever

Marked as someone else’s.

 

But now, free as they’ve 

Been since before the branding.

Both stand in the recently 

Cleared pasture – once full

 

of Christmas trees, now grasses,

And weedy culinary delights.

They were strangers just

Weeks ago – now white 

Mare and sienna

Gelding rub their smooth

Bodies together. Friends

Of fate and saved

 

From oil, mines, cattle

Ranchers – all those

Of evil intent – to live

with a horse-loving lady

In her field. 

 

This is Poem #105 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. 

If you are interested in adopting a rescued horse or other pet in NH considerer the Live and Let Live Farm.

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