Morning

The sun
a wild, gold bird
singing to the world

Hope everyone is well and the sun is shining where you are … Or that morning isn’t too far off!

Spring

Spring’s new leaves
wrap around
the heart of a flower

Hope all you gentle folks out there are ready for longer days and warmer weather, if you are in the Northern hemisphere! -Inky

The Cat

Sometimes, sometimes
he will tuck in
his claws
and offer his
silken
body
freely
into your hands.

A wild thing
calling you
Home
your heart echoes
his and
for a
moment
you are both
tame.

You will never
know why he
gives his
greatest treasure
to you,
nor why your
wild heart
chooses
to rest in
his paws,
trusting with
abandon it is
safe,
when greater
beasts have
failed it.

(This was is inspired by my cat Smokey- he’s been a silky companion for twelve years now!)

Drawn

Ink swirls
on a page
critiqued
well-designed
or uncouth.

It does not
matter how
much or how
little gold
you offer.

The mantra
of his heart
has been sung
onto the page.

It cannot be
measured by
the currency
of
this
world.