George Knows

George Knows
What is beautiful.
The furry oracle of truth.

A funny thing happened on my way to the
Mortuary.

My muse,
Gave me not just a physical presence,
But a voice
To be expressed
And maybe,
Be heard.

How did?
That happen?
I don’t know.

I just accept it.
And keep expressing
How special
My Muse is.

That full moon rising
Over the stones of remembrance
Isn’t for me.

I’ll live to see another.
Sunrise.

Just like you,
My joy,
My moon,
My sunrise,
My surprise,
During the day.

Even the wild, wily orange cat,
George,
Is a source
Of happiness.

The oracle
We only appreciate.

That back
And belly
Needs a touch
A scratch.

Or a finger bump
To the nose
Of recognition.

Purring his
Appreciation
He loves you

As much
As me.

I’m just a witness
To…

His
Mystical
Purring a
Reality.

To the
Muses
Laughter
And
Beauty.

And Presence.

George’s purr
The Muse’s voice
Both
Giving birth
To reality
Tomorrow’s
Sunrise.

Ahh,
Another day
Looking forward to,
Without
A tombstone.

George knows,
Something,
We are still learning.