sprawled black and white cat
littered upon the brown mat.
happy and quite fat.
hundread
in a hundred years
you can never live fifty.
not without effort.
dark hearted
in the dark hearted
daylight never rings the bell.
nor stars that twinkle.
endless spite
when it is the end
everything will be all right.
but it never ends.
hearty matters
like pebble skipping
across crystal clear waters.
i am home to you.
momentary lapse
the leaves are turning.
yearning to be as free as birds.
for just a moment.