Lap To Let

If I had a dog
I might have to move the cat
If I had a cat


Black Watch

The tree that shades my resting pets out back
Has leaves of green and pink, and one that’s black.
With autumn’s breath the pastels curl and fall
To quilt their beds; the black won’t stir at all,
But keeps obsidian vigil on the bare
And bony branch above the sleeping pair,
Slim shelter from the ills that winters bring,
Until pastel relief arrives in spring.