At our first March-in.. :)

Shattered Dreams Reclaimed

2009

we were dining, just us two..

spoke of the old days where we will be ancient..

laughing and chuckling, having a merry time..

out came three ladies walking by..

startled by the mirror reflection across the sizzling metal..

even though we were two, we are three..

sniffing at the beef and foie gras, such sweet meats..

pointing out similar traits, gleeful at the fats we noticed..

and we whispered to each other with a tinge of a smirk..

"when we become old.. we are just gonna be like these ladies.. except hotter.."

TRASH

simply dust beneath our feet..

what a waste of time pre-buffering the situation and creating ridiculous children talk..

seeing your awkward reactions to my efforts made us laugh..

shoo! out when the trash you go..!

2 is better than 1

Something called Honesty

something to be proud of with nothing to hide..
so why do lies cover my eyes?
just like flies who infest my wounds..
more pain experienced from a dead corpse's doom..
something big within everything small..
stop scratching these cold sores on my paws..