she is used to eating dinner alone
with Netflix on her laptop playing
she is not sure about
sharing a couch and dinner
interacting with each other
she is used to taking a bath
in the company of candle lights
and a glass of wine
she is not sure about
having another to
refill her glass
trim the candle wicks and
sit quietly to watch her
with desire simmering
change is a good thing
if there is
harmony in being together
and passion for one another
his neighbour always had a smile
hanging above her taut full lips
wearing yoga pants and platform shoes
she also had a cat always hungry
the feral creature preyed on his birds
with deprived and snarling face
he checked the cage everyday
OCD on its bars and lock
leaving no chance for the predator
to his dismay
he returned home to find an empty cage
with no sign of his two budgies
only
the feline was grooming uncaringly
…
he is looking out the window to the garden
wondering why his roses are’t growing
blood and bones are meant to be
excellent feed for roses
he was careful with the burial
to ensure gradual decomposition
and slow release
he cannot understand
why aren’t the roses growing
perhaps cats do indeed
have nine lives
a murder mystery
occured at three o’clock
nobody’s around at noon
only a mutt roaming the morgue
here laying horizontal
a koi once was coy
would it be the furry feline
who is licking its lilac coat
or the hunt alone heron
who is parading the pasture
the crime scene creates suspicion
blue-green algae blankets afloat
the floppy leaved floating lilies
consealing goldfish’s corpses
tainted water toxic pond
poisonous plant
inflicted the innocents
unusual mystery unravelled
You know how I know you are for me?
When I see your face I am happy
not for the things we do together
or the time we spend together
for I love the me being with you!
The morning sun mantles
the ivy-twined house
Her face meets his warmth
and yet is still too early
for the piecing shards
to lance her umber orbs
Her craving lips part to
drink in all his affection
The lone house shimmers
in the sun-poured adoration
she listens to her clients
nine to five everyday
five days a week
forty-eight weeks a year
she loves it
because
it is rewarding
spiritually and financially
she hears
her husband’s complaints
her parents demanding attention
her child’s disobedient grumble
to her
they are just static
from the telephone
so she hanged up
and turned away
to pat her beloved kitty
Flicker of Thoughts 