A Poetry Break

My friend, Margaret Been, has written poetry that I love. She manages to capture the feel of things so well in what she writes. I will share more of her poetry soon. Here is just one of my many favorites. In this poem, she aptly likens anxieties to cats.

Anxieties

Evenings
they go out
to forage wild things.

At dawn
crescendoed cries
come loping home
to wind about our feet
and trip our day.

Hungry cats…
we feed them
and they stay.

–Margaret Been