Knox Holds Forth

Those two cats think

they’re so smart, 

but they simply can not bark,

and when I give

them a playful sniff,

all they do is hiss, hiss, hiss.

I know it takes all kinds,

but with those cats

I draw the line.







Cleanup Gone Awry

If Knox could clap,

I know he would

when he saw me 

toss those sticks

into the woods.

Instead he excitedly

wagged his tail,

and brought them

back  one by one,

happy  I joined

in his fun.




Bent but not broken,

that branch is still green.

It’s held on through many a storm.

The time will come when it lets go,

but for now it remains

with the family from which it sprang.