My wee black ray of light

Mij

 

I feel I hit the jackpot,

the day I brought you home.

Five years ago today,

can you believe how fast it’s gone?

 

 

A symbiotic rescue,

is what I feel took place.

I could not have considered any other cat,

the instant I saw your little face.

 

 

A love so good and pure,

that could not possibly mean more.

It comes from deep inside,

and exudes through every paw.

 

 

When I think of everything you have seen,

and all that you have heard.

I am reminded of all the love you show,

without ever communicating a word.

 

 

So much of what I do,

is to keep you here with me.

For a world without you in it,

is one I simply cannot see.

 

 

I gift this poem to you, my angel,

on this, your special day.

To thank you for enhancing my life,

in each and every way.

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Toxic friend

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Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay

You were with me through the good times, even through the bad

I reached for you when happy, I held you close when sad

 

You really were no good for me, I knew that all along

Addiction kept me with you, even though I thought I was strong

 

It felt so good at the beginning, that’s how you hooked me in

Insidious, invisible, leaving no scars to prove the sin

 

As I now choose to quit you and let my dependence end

It’s time to bid farewell to you, my dear sweet toxic friend

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edinburgh

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Where is my home?

What is a home?

Is it where I feel connected or completely alone?

Is it where I feel safe and warm, in my very own wee shelter from the storm?

Is it where I play with my cat?

Can it really be as simple as that?

Is it where I fall down hills, whilst practising my trail running skills?

Is it where I search for otter poos and other wild animal clues?

Could all of these things be in one place?

Well, surely this city is my home if that’s the case!

A lovely wee pet

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I’m man’s best friend, a lovely wee pet

The sweetest dog you will ever have met

I’m loyal to my owners, I’m shared and enslaved

Yet their affection for me goes beyond the depraved

 

I’m tame, I seem happy, they think it’s my choice

I make a great victim as I don’t have a voice

Too scared to run, I appear so content

The result of dark actions that require no consent

 

The place I call home is now filled with regret

For who could abuse such a lovely wee pet?