
…to the rain…again
grey skies, damp and cold
musty odor in the air
it’s a breeding ground for mold
water everywhere
a muddy, wet mess, we’re drowning here
~kat

…to the rain…again
grey skies, damp and cold
musty odor in the air
it’s a breeding ground for mold
water everywhere
a muddy, wet mess, we’re drowning here
~kat

…to the elephant
you smell of peanuts
and regret, hot breath reek,
gut rumbling of scuttlebutt
old havoc to wreak
a nightmare to slay with doublespeak
~kat

…to a potted plant
you don’t need a lot
a bit of soil, water, light
root-bound in a small clay pot
wondrous neophyte
thriving in my cubicle outright
~kat

…to being normal
i certainly don’t
advise following in line
sheepishly complying won’t
work if you’re inclined
to be you, not as others define
~kat

…to mourning doves
dawn breaks in mourning
the haunting sound of doves’ cry
on this fairest of mornings
bright sun in the sky
a new day awaits, spread your wings, fly
~kat