Poets are like steam valves, where the ordinary feelings of ordinary people can escape and be shown.
I planned to write form poems this week, and in fact I did write two, but I am not content with either. Our kitty Pearl died suddenly last Friday. She was a young cat, with no signs of illness, and she started throwing up blood-tinged bubbles while I was in the shower Friday morning. She had an undiagnosed heart condition which the vet said only shows itself when cats go into heart failure. The poems that I wrote were about pets, but they need work. My concentration is not what it could be this week...
So I'll share a video with you instead. It was read by my younger daughter's friend, and my son added the images:
Here's Mister Linky!