I can’t sing, I’m pretty freaking awful. It’s not that I can’t hit the notes. It’s my voice in general. It’s just, I don’t know. Gross. But has that stopped me from singing? It has not. So I wrote about it:
The Pianist, 1926
Yuri Pimenov ( 1903 – 1977 )
When no one is around, which is most of the time
I sing along with my CD’s.
Sometimes I play my guitar
and I sing along with that.
My dog thinks I’m pretty good.
He jumps up on the couch when I sing and and he tilts his head to
the side and when I hit a clinker
he licks his lips. I’m not sure why he does that
but he wags his tail even harder, I guess he’s encouraging me to sing on.
I used to sing to my cats
when no one was around, which was most of the time
and good note or bad notes
they would curl up and go to sleep
and when I stopped singing they would get up and stretch
and then they would go to the jar where I kept the catnip
and meow for some.
When I am alone
which is most of the time
and my dog is not around- I don’t sing a note
good or bad.
There’s something a little sad about singing on your own.
RDP Wednesday: CHORUS
