My cat is staring at me
While I lay in my bed
With pen and notepad
The beginnings of one poem
Then the start of another
Both scrapped; turn the page
My prior words inadequate
I look at her and she looks away
A polite gesture of embarrassment
And only my cat knows
How hard it is for me
To say, "I love you"
In only one short page
Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 09:20 PM