What a beast I am not, or maybe as it was said of Spike Spiegel, a beast who has lost his fangs but that didn’t stop my hero from dropping a lot of bodies. Lion NOT Me… you know what happens to heroes but being a pussy “cat” I’m not safe either.

What do you do when all the work is done.

A paragraph describing the pleasures of rain.

It really has nothing to do with us, it was created by our maker. I suppose he or she is glad we enjoy it so much.

Always, I have strived to keep the world clean of trash, but lately, green is the new fad. Why didn’t these people always keep the world clean?

My spring poem just for you.

Too clean to sit in filth!

Mini Blues Song 1930s style.

Why do we take part in the unnecessary?

A poem of contentment and appreciation.