Literary Vegan

 The gardener, sowing seeds all day Doesn't expect to see trees by nightfall. Yet I fold my arms daily In frustration, waiting. LJ Ireton 

There was noise And people speaking - So much thinking, Thinking Thinking. Now, with just my cats Quiet smiles And sleepy blinking. LJ Ireton 

To convalesce, I recommend a cat By your side - Curled into a crescent moon, Head upside down and smiling In her sleep. Let her show you The sanctity of stillness Made with soft shapes And circles.  LJ Ireton