Her Majesty sits at the door, waiting,where the jamb meets the floorThere she sits, waiting andwaiting and waitingShe stretchesHer Majesty paws at the door, high,reaching for the gold knob,the bright gleaming handle on the closed door She stretches,and then she settles, and she sits again,waiting at the doorMoments later, she cries;she turns and criesHer Majesty’sContinue reading “Her Majesty Waits and Waits and Waits”
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It Must be Treat Time on 29th Ave
On 29th Ave, the crows come and go,the cats roam together, and dogs knowthere’s a hole where their faces fit just so,in the red gate, down low, wherechinese lanterns, and heuchera growAnd where Loki, Ninja, Jasper, and Oats–and look, Ginger-Snap too, they’re all on the porchIt must be treat time on 29th Ave,with the catsContinue reading “It Must be Treat Time on 29th Ave”
While the Berries are Still Between Brown and Green
The crows arrive with their babiesas the raspberries form and ripen, and as the chamomile bloomsAnd the choking-gargleof feeding baby crows accompaniesthe bushtits’ peeps,the scrub jay’s shrieks,and a finch scolding Little Sir as he stalksthrough glowing and dappled garden stems, and as he crosses the streetAs Her Majesty ignores him from her sunny spotin theContinue reading “While the Berries are Still Between Brown and Green”
The Hotbox Behind the Books
In the bookshelf, below the window and behind the spines,above the heater, once winter’s arrived,is the hotbox, where you’ll find Ninja,Her Majesty, curled and asleep, or reclinedand in thought, four legs stretchedand pressed to the wall in this space that we keepjust for her, for Her Majesty, who likes it warmwhen it’s cold, and coolContinue reading “The Hotbox Behind the Books”
We Clean After We Eat
We clean after we eator our beans won’t pador our fur won’t sleekor our tail won’t tell quite so wellWe clean after we eator our ears won’t watch behind our backsWe clean after we eat(and for a good part of the day)or our comfort won’t napor our biscuits won’t kneador our curly won’t belly-up andContinue reading “We Clean After We Eat”
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 