Sometimes the Cat

for The Honeybee 

Sometimes softly

Curled in my lap

I find the cat

Sometime loudly

In desperate need

Calling me

Always lovely

Each hair perfect

Whiskers in place

And when purring

Eyes closed; under my hand

Peace, serenity

Joy untold

Halloween Run

for Magpie Tale 240 and the Honeybee

Night is falling, goblins whisper

The dead desert their graves

And you alone with no light

There’s something breathing down your back

Don’t stop to scream

Flee through the fields

Foot falls behind you

Wild noises follow

No escape from them

Scramble through the fence

And through the thorns

Ignore the blood you leave

Safe only behind bolted doors

You – hiding from the hidden things of night

The Wish

for the Honeybee

Once upon a time there was a wish

it fluttered through the air

dancing, shining through the sky

leaving snatching hands with only sky

they could not catch the wish

it kept searching through the air

seeking through the cold-touched air

and tumbling through the sky

for the One who would make the wish

at last the wish descended from the lonely air

and met a child’s sky-turned eyes