" Mile Marker 98 "



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 April, 1998

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If only....Eve had had a long haired cat
—sigh, sigh....
she wouldn’t have had so much free time
to talk to that there snake !!!! 

 


1.

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.I find smiles copying
/my aristocratic cats’
assumption I am his as he is mine!
No April’s fool!

2.  

Where I lead Turk follows
never begrudging mistakes
like bringing Tasha and old dog with us
No? Or does he?

3.

The greatest lessons learned
of how to accept today
I learned following the paw prints
of my best friend.

4.

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. Sacrifices I’ve choose
my eyes turned to Heaven’s Gate

I’m reminded anew how life waits near

by soft meows.

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5.  

Like a breath of fresh air

with a tornado’s power

my aging kitty reveals his inner self

in eager play.

   

6.  

A leaf tumbled by wind

draws my eyes as well as Turk’s

and I envy him his freedom to pounce

I wish I could!

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7. 

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A late snowfall touches

my cheeks with fresh cold and blush

I follow small paw prints through the crisp snow

toward better dreams.

   

8.  

The sunlight steps in to

a space left untroubled till

winter fled and left a cat’s toy,  book marked

between the space.

   

9

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Inner muses lift me

to a place embracing life

solace borrowed from a cat’s attitude

I know I’m loved!

   

10.  

You haven’t been ignored

until you’ve been ignored

by a well fed cat too content to play

but with your mind.

   

11. 

Gentle aristocrat

whose loses his dignity

then sheds the embarrassment his joy caused

with simple grace.

  

12. 

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 Life has its own system

moving to its own rhythms

green shoots break ground then pause, as if unsure

Turk and I wait

   

13.

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A quiet urgency

begins to stir within me

the quick movement, tawny fur out the door

carries me with it.

   

14

..  

Christmas carols echo

though they seem so long ago

as Turk pulls an overlooked ornament

into plain sight.

   


15. 

His massive head reposed

his hooded eyes watching me

as if to question my anxious concern

why do I fret?

   

16.  

Lingering end to doubt

a subtle reassurance

that though I am only human and frail

he’ll protect me.

   

17.  

A lion’s heart that’s true

beats within his narrow chest

and paws that catch the mouse in his sleep

march into May.

   

18. 

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A thought rests quietly

the stately weight in my lap

arrogantly demanding in my space

a personal best.

   

19. 

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 Physiologically,

Technologically challenged

yet I find myself envying my cat

his calm distain.

   

20

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I wish I were as sure

of my place in the world

as my little tom cat is within his

sharing a purr.

   

21.

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Rain like tear drops seep down

the window pain reflecting

the quiet bundle of coiled yellow fur

peaceful repose.

 

22. 

Why do I worry so?

When GOD has given me proof

that I too can find new strength day-by-day

watching my cat.

  

23.  

A quiet chorus purred

soft against my tear stained cheek

a rough tongue wash his offer of support

till I relent.

   

24. 

Love is given away

a gift I daily receive

so certain I can take it for granted

feline sunrise.

  

25. 

Memories as a gift

a tunnel I may pass through

takes me to a place first shared at the Throne

of Him I serve.

  

26.

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Stopped, I hear her laughter

I hear her call his new name

and I wonder if he’ll remember me

from his first home?

  

27.  

Sorrow overtakes me

soft I shut the outer door

the visit I thought to make abandoned

He’s her cat now.

  

28. 

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When in doubt I seek Turk

on the window sill or ledge

in the corners of my mind I find him

the peace I sought.

29. 

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 I am not sure dear GOD
why You graced this dear feline
with my life except to teach me to rest

in purr-fect trust!

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30. 

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Green shoots through the dark mud
Can spring ever come to life
when the wait of winter is so profound?
I ask of Turk.
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31. 

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The calendar page lifts
to reveal the end of March,
I crumble it early for Turk’s toy
my lion’s heart

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