Not Today

Squadrons of geese

Flying in vees

Reminding me 

That today is to be seized

Time to plan ahead

Thankful I’m not dead

Preparing for the glorious

Swatches to burst into view

Then the cold hard scents

Of rotting leaves and 

Skeletal trees before the 

Inevitable freeze.

Flock off birds.

Not today!

Sept 2016

Matter

For three weeks.

There.

On the road.

By the curb.

Where each day

thousands accelerate

onto the highway

She started out a cat.

Somebody's cat to miss

or 

maybe feral, 

missed by her own

She's a cat no more.

Matter.

My glimpse is just a blip on my trip

Each day there is less of her 

Each day there is less of fur 

One day there will be none.

No one stopped and scooped

"Not my job", we say

Pass by passively every day

Unnoticed 

unwanted 

uncaring

These words are all that's left

Of a life that didn't matter.