Where Wolfie Sleeps

Putting My Feet in the Dirt Prompt#2 Lavender Lullabies

( As a sidenote- my Cat Wolfgang is buried under a bed of Lavender- not the one in the photo though. )

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

His bones are sleeping

under a bed of lavender in my garden

and every morning the bees sing to him

and every night

the birds call out sleep tight to him

and when it rains or it snows and

his bed of lavender turns cold

I open the door and call for him to come in

but he is asleep and he doesn’t wake up.

One day, I think he will.

Strawberry Kisses

Putting My Feet In The Dirt August Prompt#1- STRAWBERRY KISSES

Edvard Munch

Wine soaked kisses belong to the Spring

to false winters and ersatz Summers

Spring kisses are promised kisses

and promises are fragile and easily broken.

 

But Strawberrry kisses

are full and sweet

in the Summer and Autumn when the Sun is pale

and the air is dusty and tired

 

Strawberry kisses are Vampire kisses

they take what they need

and offer so little in return

and their victims don’t even care.