The Cat Walk

Cats are territorial
They love to mark their space-
But the way they've taken over
is truly a disgrace!

Quick and nimble,
Sly as a fox-
They've claimed my whole yard
As their "litter box"

A concrete walkway
was formed for Me-
to allow a path that was dirt free.

Designed to have "eye appeal",
as well as being practical-
Whoever dreamed the cats would think
that my plan was so radical!

The morning after cement was poured,
I went out to check the walk.
Tiny pawprints were everywhere-
Believe me, CATS CAN TALK!

Now my Window Wonder is,
as I look out at my view-
"Dear Lord, Did you send these cats
so I would "keep in touch" with YOU???

I have to be Me

I am fighting the battle of resistance-
I have to be Me, in spite of insistance.
The world is doing its best night and day-
to alter my thinking- to follow its way.
Commercials tell me what I should buy-
Etiquette dictates the "how" and the "why".
Experience has proven to be my friend-
My values I no longer have to defend.
Don't try to make me an image of you-
It is so refreshing to have one's own view.
No longer young, my spirit tells me-
In spite of man's thinking, I have to be Me!

Solitude

I have heard it said that solitude is the soul's best friend.
It allows a quiet time within one's self to dream, to comprehend.

That's when we dream our dreams,
and pen our thoughts,
to bring them to fruition-
before they are ever verbalized
or expressed in composition.

It is only in the stillness of solitude, I find
the truth and purpose that brings peace of mind.