A black cat’s cold stare
and a crisp and perfect air;
autumn leaves trees bare.
A black cat’s cold stare
and a crisp and perfect air;
autumn leaves trees bare.
Cat naps in the sun
as rays of warmth sail away;
a catastrophe.
Fasten your seat belt
and settle in for a ride.
Life has no air bag.
The circle goes ’round
as your circuits become fried
for a file not found.
A chirping cricket
and a verbose young bullfrog;
the sounds of summer.
Formidable foe
or the most unlikely friend?
Take a look inside.
Glory knows of pain
as it resides in silence
and is never vain.
Your wings flutter by
as I feel the gentle breeze
that touches my soul.
The list before me:
seek knowledge, love, and be loved.
The purpose of life.
I ask a question
and wait patiently to hear
my life alter course.