An invited comma?

Punctuation marks,see the nurse

Wool stops, here.

An excavated  ark.

A restoration mark.

Mull flops end all repentance.

Never end with hands.

Never start fingering  before you have stopped.

Before writing  very many words,  decide how to puncture the entire para-gaffe at once.

Never confuse emoticons with real wheelings

Never hurry.

Never finish before the end.

Never ending words skulked away sulkily

 

 

 When Oscar sits on the windowsill

And sees someone within,

His mouth opens wide in soundless cry,

He gives us his cat grin.

Oscar rubs around my legs

He’s such a friendly soul.

He then rolls round upon his back

And waves his long striped tail.

But after Oscar’s greetings done,

He’s off to do his rounds.

He sets off from the white door

To the long thin gardens end.

Every inch of soil and seed

Is subject to his nose.

The garden looks one way to us,

But he can see much more.

I wish that Oscar cat could talk

And tell us what he’s found.

Ten thousand spider’s weaving webs,

A slow worm on the ground.

A million ants climb up the rowan,

I sometimes watch them too.

I see  striped wasps and honey bees

In this small natural zoo.

The hedgehogs sweet have long been gone,

but we have diverse birds.

Oscar sits on my tall stool.

He watches them for hours.

 

The pity of it  all,

that a blindman’s buff

should determine our fate;

that people can’t  make distinctions

fantasy becomes vision

we see with our minds and our eyes are blind

The pity of it all

when we might love

The pity of it all

that we are no longer just animals

that we are conscious

The grief of the madness.