Observation – February 4th, 2019, Monday

There is a knocking sound coming from the refrigerator

I listen to the heavy breathing of my cat

Curled up behind me on the couch

Resting on her white blanket

Maybe she knows I am writing about her

She lifts her head up and squints

Maybe it is the noise coming from the kitchen

The knocking noises mimic the scurrying of mice

Random, faint, clicks and scratches

Like a voice calling to kitty

Get up and play.

Observation – February 3rd, 2018, Saturday

Observation

 

It is dark in the room
The lamp by my desk has gone out
I am writing, typing
In the glow of the computer screen
Backlit by another lamp
On the end-table by the couch
Behind me, the talk from the TV
Contains shades of treason
The orange-man has pulled
The curtain from its rungs
He meant to cover his naked ambitions
He revealed the fragile
Crumbling facade of America
Plutocracy, we are governed by Hades
Lord of the underworld
And his host of kleptocrats
Thieves like orange-rats
Scurrying for crumbs
My cat sits on her blue chair
She is bored of her string
I can hear her breathing, soft purring
She would make short work of them
The neighbor’s door opens
Across the hall
Someone exists
A car starts in the cold, outside
A plane flies overhead
To the airport, landing
The city is full of revelers
Tomorrow is the Super Bowl

Observation – September 2nd, 2017

Observation

 

It is cool in the house

The cool of early September, it will give way

To warmth in the day, then dissipate

 

There is ragweed in the air

The pollen is scratching my throat

Raking my sinuses, my head is pounding

 

The phlox outside my kitchen window

Bears the softest tone, a shade of matted fuchsia

Rising against the cedar fence

 

My cat is sleeping on her blanket

Her tawny gray head resting on her soft white paw

The streets are quiet

Observation – August 2nd, 2017, Wednesday

It was dark, deep dark

In the middle of the night

The witching hour passed

 

My cat is sleeping

She is curled up on her chair

She does little else

 

There is a rattle

Noises come from the upstairs

The house is creaking

 

A car rolls past, bass

Booming down the avenue

The bars have let out

 

I woke too early

I came to my desk to write

My fingers tapping

Observation – June 2nd, 2017, Friday

 

The morning sun is streaming in through my kitchen window

 

Reflecting off a stack of boxes against my book case

 

The morning sun is bright, and flashing

 

The day promises to be sunny hot

 

There is a for sign in the yard next to the sidewalk

 

It says for sale

 

I anticipate the footfall of strangers

 

Walking through my domicile

 

There are transition coming, I can see them

 

My cat is sleeping blissfully

 

Unaware

 

 

 

March 2nd, 2017, Thursday, Observation

It is 5:00 am and the city is stirring.

I have been awake for a few hours writing.

My cat is sleeping in the window,

Half lidded and watching.

There are rabbits on the lawn in the frosted morning.

The news is of the Attorney General lying,

Lying to the Senate under oath.

My lady is on the couch drinking coffee.

We are talking about the news, and wondering,

Is there a place for justice at the table in March.

Observation – January 2nd, 2017, Monday

Observation

 

It is 4:00 pm, and the rain is freezing.

The rain covers everything in a thickening layer of ice, a slurry of slush and snow.

It was warm today, but the temperature is falling, dropping below zero.

There are people outside, they have no shelter.

Some will not make it through the night.

I am warm in my house.

My cat does not give a care for the world, except to see through the window a bird, a rabbit, or a squirrel.

November 1st, 2016, Tuesday – Observation

Observation

 

It is morning. Dark in Autumn.

 

The house is stirring.

 

I hear the creaking of footsteps on the floor boards above me.

 

The news anchors chattering on the T.V.

 

There is one week to go before the election, a new president. There is fear, and uncertainty in the country.

 

She and I are talking about our changing lives.

 

She talks just as much to me, as to the cat, sitting behind me on the blanket on the chair.

 

Outside, the maples have dropped their leaves, a bright yellow carpet laid over the yard.

 

Today the sun is promised.

October 1st, 2016, Saturday

Observation

 

It is noon, the autumn sun is bright,

 

And silver.

 

My cat is sitting on her blanket in the window;

 

Soaking the soft light into her soft tawny fur.

 

The news talkers are chattering as I type;

 

Trump, trumpet, strumpet, hype.

 

I am tired; from three weeks straight of working.

 

My sweetheart is in the garden; weeding.

 

I hear her talking with neighbors as they stroll by.