Fly away little bee
Away from my kitties and me
Though needed for the flowers
Your stings last for hours
We all like your honey
And collect it for money
To sweeten our foods
And brighten our moods
But the stings are the things
That cause me to flee 
From even the tiniest bee
That I might ever see

By Linda Gavitt 2013

 

A Morning Kiss

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

Janet F Faure

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