A BLACK RED CAT

by
©  Mae E. MULCAHY

When my black cat lies in the sun, as she often does,

her black fur shows it' self to be red.

I smile and sigh when I think of the man who turned

and walked the other way to escape

What he perceived to be a black cat, an omen,

crossing the path he was about to take.

If he could see her in the sun, as I do,

and not in the dark, he would not be afraid.
 
 

IN MEMORY  OF ANN
OR
"GONE"

by
©  Mae E. MULCAHY

I saw you only yesterday, we spoke of things we knew,

Of life, of love and things to come and dreamed of things uncertain.

The sounds that came from your moistened lips rang real upon my listening ears,

The warmth of life, felt vividly beneath my casual finger tips.

As darkness hides from the searching sun in crevice and cave of protecting rock,

your words hid too in the caves of thought within my mind.

They echo now, but you are gone, your sweet voice is gone,

your touch no longer there, Your life is gone,

your love is gone and I must mourn, for ever more.