Kahlua has moods, swift changes, alterations,
you have to watch her, waking in the morning,
house cat, racing downstairs, peering...
Over her shoulder, contented, sure, looking at me,
happiness, determined, watching the birds
from a distance, greeting the day, aware...
Other times, uncertain, bearing ghostly visions,
unanswered questions, in a jungle or forest,
but not really there, living in the past, confused.
She is part of our household, indelible, choosing
options: when, where and how, moody...
like you and me, searching for what's next to do.
22nd June 2006
Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York.