Sunday, November 15, 2015

State Of The Union - A Magpie Tale

I turned seventy
and you gave me a giraffe,
and the cat gave me
nothing as is her
usual daily practice.
She did deign to sleep
beside me down by
my left knee when I
took my morning nap.

You've started the tea and our
next meal with the stray
from the bluff behind
our house looking on, rating
her prospects with us.

I can't tell you how
satisfied I am with things
as they are right now
my love, me with you,
knowing how it could have turned
that November day.

‎November ‎15, ‎2015 1:58 PM

Once again, that curious mix of the almost true with pure fiction. The boundaries I place around the real do slip and slide. I admit this could be irritating to some but, frankly, I do not care.

Written for Tess' Magpie Tales: Mag 294. Go there to see the fine work the gang produced this week.


  1. Sandra is right .. Your poem is quite lovely.

  2. In the cats mind, her companionship was her birthday present :).

  3. as always, it's as much what you leave out as what you put in, isn't it. =)

  4. I love this whether it's truth or fiction!!

  5. Thank you all for your comments. As ever, I appreciate responses.

  6. So very beautiful, so heart-warming, so hopeful.


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