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My Cat

Nugget rests upon my lap.
We are both long past our prime.
Our writing bouts, full of fun.
We’ve paid our dues, done our time.

While I write this poem, he helps,
clawing at my pen, stabbing
tiny holes in the paper
for which he is now grabbing.

We spend the day this way
until time for napping,
he in my lap, I in my chair,
dream puff castles in the air.

There is no fear of the future
for when we finish this life
we both will be together
again in the land of paradise.

The right of self-determination
is not conferred by authority,
nor by a large majority,
nor even a small minority.

It is endowed upon the created
by our most loving Creator.
Freedom is our birthright, locked
within the heart of every soul.

So those who would limit the
freedom of others, seeking to
control their lives and fortunes
should now be forewarned.

Freedom may be suppressed
but it will never perish.
Freedom may be disregarded,
but will always be remembered.

Then the time will come when
freedom will break free from
all chains that hold it, exploding
again into full self-determination.

Sun beams fall on the leaves
of a lonesome Chestnut tree
spreading flecks of gilded light
down to the moist barren dirt.

I heard a growl from the woods,
saw a gleam of flashing teeth.
Was a mother protecting her cubs?
I yanked my knife from its sheath.

The intruder could not be seen
through wiry tangle of brush.
I knew better than to run
exposing my position thus.

Like a stone statue I stood
deep in the darkened wood.
More than a mile from aid
with only my tiny blade.

My heart pounded in my chest
as leaves rustled round my feet.
A tiny bear was sniffing me,
his mother I cared not meet.

Life went into slow motion
I figured my time had come.
But I had so much to learn,
how could I die this dumb.

A huge growl sent baby bear
running for his little life.
While I stood faced with mother
holding only one small knife.

She stared me in the eye
with a funny puzzled look.
Resembling stone I stood
feeling like a schnook.

She sniffed and sniffed then
slowly moved away.
Scattering leaves before her
leaving me in disarray.

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