black cats

An Autumn Poem

Here’s a silly little poem I wrote about Autumn. Enjoy.

Black cat bats

the scattering leaves

across the moonlit blacktop

oblivious of the breeze

that makes the swings shudder

and wish they had wool scarves.


Good Morning, Black Cat.

Here’s a l’il poem written on my way to work. Every morning into work I pass the same picket fence and–presumably–the same black cat. I’m driving and he’s walking and we both have some where to go, and I always wonder where he’s heading or what he’s doing. This is what I came up with today.



Black cat

skulking past the picket fence

in the morning sunlight–

Do you stalk your shadow?