Memory brings on a subtle change
the brain slows down apace and
curious people stare you in the face -
aversion sometimes written on their
frown when they step around you in
malls or market places – as if those
squalls and ravages of time may issue
forth contagion of a likewise malady
In getting older by the live long day.
Babes inside their carriages might seek
your ready grin, and return spontaneously
your goo goo look to smiling pool like eyes.
Plus cats, don’t care how old you are and
rub themselves against your lower leg as if
to proud to beg, but let you know they are
there, in ready purrs – as in Moggie speak
deigns to mean they really care for you.
Perhaps I like the doggies best – the ones
with waggy tails, and cheeky looks upon
their wet nose face – those that know
the ‘watch-me-look’ and flat pack on the
kitchen floor with mischief written all
across their smiling wet nosed eager face.
Although Mother kept a budgerigar once
which fed on millet through the cage and
to Mum it was her joy and pride – as on
occasion it was released and flew around,
until it bashed against a kitchen window
and never made another living sound.