The Air and Trees

A breeze hit her face this morning.
She was standing outside.
Life was stirring around her.
She, however, stood still
And connected with the air and trees.
There was something remarkable in that simple, innocent moment.
It was just important enough to infuse with her life,
Yet it wouldn't add weight to the thoughts she carried.

She had been up for some time,
But this was the exact moment her day began.

We Are the Loved Ones

We are the loved ones.
What little fur we have left is dingy,
We're lopsided,
Sometimes smelly,
Utterly homely,
And our patches have patches.

But you don't see that...
In your eyes
We're your friend,
Keeper of secrets,
Number one supporter,
And worthy of affection.

Admit it.
You love us...
If you didn't,
Then we'd look perfect...
Watching your life from afar,
And wishing we were the loved ones.