I’m content with a simple life…

I’m content with a simple life…
I understand my limitations (except when I want to take down a Doberman!)
I don’t have to travel the world…
I can travel from image to image captured in my memory.

I don’t need to always look for something snappier to wear…
My life is just a pile of odds and ends…
The perfect framework for my poems…
It’s all that I need to build my own world.

I have come to realize that my breath is not my own…
It is some kind of music from another world…
My in-breath is the melody…
My exhale is the chorus.

Yet, there is much in this world that terrifies me…
I’m petrified of fur stoles…
You know dead animals people wrap around their necks…
I happen to be the perfect size.

Every now and then I feel like I have been brushed by a wing…
It is the most beautiful feeling in the world…
Like, all at once, I am cuddled, fed and groomed…
I know that you have felt it too.

I love you,

Annie