What is Happiness? (a prose poem)

What is happiness?

It’s sitting in the comfy chair in the reading nook, next to you while you work away at your desk. It’s our pup laying behind your chair, chewing his favorite toy, completely at peace. It’s our baby girl, purring away sitting on the ottoman next to my feet.

Happiness isn’t money or the nicest things the world has to offer.

Happiness is your kind and loving heart, loving me forevermore.

Little Olivia (a poem)

She slinks through the apartment

like a predator

a mouse-killer on the prowl

a scowl on her feline face

little Olivia, our baby girl

she’s a cute kitty, but

she’s also a cold-blooded killer.

Note: This poem is about our cat, Olivia. She’s the cutest little kitty, and also an excellent mouser!