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My Cat, The Therapist ~ a short poem by Katrina Curtiss 9/9/2020

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My Cat, The Therapist ~ a short poem by me

Basura Cat asked me, “Why are you so mad?”
“Did I do something wrong, was I being bad?”
I stopped what I was doing and sat down for a chat
For sometimes, I am not as wise, as my Basura cat.

She said, “When you read the news you stomp around the room.
Filled with frustration, unsettledness, sadness and gloom.
So, why don’t you try sticking your head into the sand
And stop being so upset with your fellow woman and man?”

“For if it does you any good, then indeed, carry on
But I don’t think it’s good for you, I doubt that I am wrong.
You say silence is compliance, this I know is true
But I’m less worried about them, than I am for you.””

“So let us try and play and forget all the rest
Let’s write a new song, put your talents to the test.
If we focus on what we can do right and forget what is wrong
I bet that together, we can write a cheery song.”

“I miss the old you, the one before this mess
And I think we can do better, if we try our best.
To write when you must, and play when you can
And together we will pray for our fellow woman and man.”

Today’s Musing: “You can start the day over again as many times as your want.” ~ Quote by Basura, owner of me. #girlwithguitar

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  1. Connie L Calvo

    That’s a smart therapist!

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