January 2020 in Pictures & Sister Cat Poem

Scooby, 60 pound Pit Bull, in my lap today.

Little Debbie, warming by the stove.  Haven’t turned on the heat yet!

My Azalea already blooming!  It’s been a mild Winter here in Swamplandia.

A surprise Hyacinth I forgot I planted years ago, making a comeback.

Daunting Drusilla Blythe in red & fake Blythe, Macey, in blue.

HILARIOUS!  As a grammarian, poet, word painter, voracious reader & retired legal secretary, I must say this is, so far, THE funniest thing I’ve read this year.  If you’re offended, then don’t fucking read it!  Happy 2020!

Sister Cat

Cat stands at the fridge,
Cries loudly for milk.
But I've filled her bowl.
Wild cat, I say, Sister,
Look, you have milk.
I clink my fingernail
Against the rim. Milk.
With down and liver,
A word I know she hears.
Her sad miaow. She runs
To me. She dips
In her whiskers but
Doesn't drink. As sometimes
I want the light on
When it is on. Or when
I saw the woman walking
toward my house and
I thought there's Frances.
Then looked in the car mirror
To be sure. She stalks
The room. She wants. Milk
Beyond milk. World beyond
This one, she cries.

—Frances Mayes