I’m Only A Cat

I’m only a cat,
and I stay in my place…
Up there on your chair,
on your bed or your face!

I’m only a cat,
and I don’t finick much…
I’m happy with cream
and anchovies and such!

I’m only a cat,
and we’ll get along fine…
As long as you know
I’m not yours… you’re all mine!

Author Unknown

A Light Exists in Spring

A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here

A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human nature feels.

It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.

Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:

A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.

by Emily Dickinson

The ‘light’ gallery can be found here.

Pluck not the wayside flower,
It is the traveller’s dower;
A thousand passers-by
Its beauties may espy,
May win a touch of blessing
From Nature’s mild caressing.
The sad of heart perceives
A violet under leaves
Like sonic fresh-budding hope;
The primrose on the slope
A spot of sunshine dwells,
And cheerful message tells
Of kind renewing power;
The nodding bluebell’s dye
Is drawn from happy sky.
Then spare the wayside flower!
It is the traveller’s dower.

When death walks by with quiet tread,
To touch a loved one, who’s then led
Away from sleep, away from pain,
To wake in joy, to live again.

You’ll hear him on a whispered breeze,
A calling bird; in swaying trees.
Do not weep long, but lift your eyes,
You’ll see his glory in God’s skies.

He’ll be there in a swallow’s flight,
His eyes in stars on a velvet night.
His courage strong in every tree,
His name carved well, for eternity.

Hide not your love within your heart,
For he will always be a part
Of you, and everything you do…
For death is nought, when love is true.