This poem was dictated to me by my cat, Neruda.  I adopted him from a local rescue organization several months ago. He is a spoken word poet, so I encourage you to say the words out loud. He is almost one year old, and has not mastered written language - yet. Enjoy!

A place for musings and music, poetic scribbles, wanderings and wonderings A path to travel, or stop and sit by the road in a field of wildflowers.   ---Mary Lou