A Litter Box Limerick

A lady of refinement, Noreen
Dwelt in a bedroom pristine
Two kitties moved in
Strew litter end to end
She now lives in a litter box, poor Noreen!

Endnote: I wrote this for my dear cousin and fellow feline connoisseur (until recently), Noreen. The two miscreants have been permanently relocated.

Beads

Slumped in my immobile car
Interminable freight train
rumbles by
My grumbling mind starts to wander
Box cars morph into gargantuan beads,
giant's necklace or mala beads?
Forgotten photo emerges
Ancient forest stone temple
Japanese monks
each holds a giant bead
unified in prayer and community
I no longer grumble at freight trains

Endnote: This is the first poem I've posted since March. Numerous health problems intervened. I have finally turned the corner health wise at least for now and the Muse has returned. More poems to follow.