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.

10 comments:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.


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