In 2005, I wrote 365 poems, one per day after hearing Suzanne Lori-Parks tell how she wrote one play a day for the previous year. Mine? Some catty, some political...
That darned cat. No hat on this cat.
What did he do? What didn't he see?
Amazing he is, so frustrating for me.
A small situation, a pile of trouble.
Such a nice day for a pile of rubble.
Oh that cat, what a Cat-as-trophe.
It didn’t start out that bad.
Not one whit of trouble this morn.
Oh the trouble he's borne.
You see my fish, do you not?
No? Just look in his belly, right behind that chair.
The evidence is sitting in there!