Basura cat came to me, her tail circled in a Q,
Meowing, “I have something important to ask you.”
I put my guitar down, I slowly turned around,
And in her eyes, it was tears that I found.
She wanted to know what was going on,
What was happening in our country that is so wrong.
She’s not a constitutional reading cat,
She can’t tell the difference between fantasy and facts.
It’s difficult to try to explain certain things,
The power of words and the violence it can bring.
It’s the tone, it’s the stance, it’s a gleam in the eye,
That can cause chaos and people to die.
We sit together, just her and me,
And travel the words of our history.
The Constitution, which our founding fathers wrote down,
So we feel safe, when we lay our heads down.
“My country ‘tis of thee,” we said together,
As united, though this storm we will weather.
So dry your cat eyes, we will all be okay,
The sun will rise again upon a brand new day.
Today’s Musing: “It won’t be this in the morning” ~ quote by Sarah Bridge, grandmother of me. #girlwithguitar
