To an untrained eye When I open the blinds, What one would see Appears to be a Christmas tree From a distance. Luckily it's not. It's September 27th. The tree, dressed in a gown of Purple and orange Is the color of two of my tabby cats. I have 3, Who I'm constantly yelling at. But not because I'm angry. It's only because I'm mad-ly In love and infatuated With toe beans. I scream From the top of my lungs How much I love My furry babies. Everyone can hear me. There is fruit on the counter. It started to go bad. I donate it to the earth I try to give it back. The nourishment that she gives us. When I can't have it, I give it to her I put it Into the planet. I'm the cat lady who also feeds the animals. I don't know what I look like to my neighbors, Who watch from across the way But I promise my labor That looks weird and psychotic in nature Is done only out of good favor. So now we sit and laugh, About what they might think. They imagine and so do we. Stomach now hurts from laughing, We just live our lives so colorfully. Time is passing.