~ Fluffy Pink Cats ~
Swoop downward out of the blue with-
And then they merge-
No one ever seems to find a miscreant,
When they enter into our minds like glue
They stick to our brains like hot wax,
Never leaving lone thought behind . . .
I really do like these fuzzy pink cats,
And mysterious leagues that,
Put them all on display-
Yet, with all of these
Leagues of cats in my brain,
I never even thought that,
They would try to demonstrate,
Bejeweled emerald eyes,
That rest upon my dresser,
In the form of porcelains . . .
Because, in my mind they begin glowing,
Never saving themselves anytime to,
Rest like the solid, dignified porcelains,
Sit with a high esteem . . .
Because they are,
No longer my treasured entities,
From my grandmother and aunts,
But sporadically flying
Fuzzy paperwork creations!
How I love these,
Fuzzy pink fantasies,