Bubbles

Bubbles

Little flowers dancing in steps of sorrow with tears I swallow

As the black coats of tyranny grovel in white lights atypical

While she wades death's green waters to hallow life's shores, so shallow

Ballet of butterflies incredible, yet still I snivel.

 

For what is beauty if it is unshared and left not compared

To the serenity that is of her, meows and soft purr.

Oh, how we both have dealt and left despaired with each other bared!

Oh, how I my heart aches with pains and struggles without kitty Bubbles!

Reviews

[DaughterNature]

I am amazed by the amount of really wonderful language you were able to devote to a poem about your cat! What a wonderful relationship you must have had. I think, as far as the phrasing goes, the lines might be missing a few pieces of punctuation, but on the whole, this is very nice!

[Kenneth Stephen Goodpaster]

I never had a cat, but if I did this is how I would feel.