An Empty Chair

The poem below is for anyone missing someone right now An Empty Chair Set another place For I am still here It’s just that I won’t eat As much as last year But I’ll drink in your laughter And dry all your tears Believe me my loved ones For I am still near So bathe in...

The Garden Invader

There’s a squirrel in my garden And its eating all my nuts Hanging from the feeder In a way that I don’t trust The pigeons in their numbers Simply stand and stare And watch their morning breakfast Vanish in thin air That bushy tailed invader Really does not care For...