"Solo Flight" (Entry 409)

Solo. 

From town

Far down below. 

High up,

Take flight

To dive air this night.

"Cat's Night Patrol" (Entry 302)

Darkness drapes her sharp shoulders,
only to be lifted by spotlit circles from overhead lamps.
These pavements, her stage.
The cold seeps through cushioned pads
hardened by time and life.
She take in her circuit,
her territory,
to notice new invading sights and
telling scents of unknown beings,
friend or foe.

The wind lifts,
sending a torrent of leaves to
tear from the branches and
swoop, as seagulls, around her.
With the gust, a cry is carried.
She flinches to a pause.
To hold as still as unmossed stone,
as silent and unmoved as
that lonely naked rock.
Eyes widen,
pinpointing any scuttle or scamper.
Ears rotate,
senses performing better than
any radar.

All is fine.
All is quiet.
As it should be.
Satisfied, she turns,
jumps the wooden fence
at the spot she knows
is easiest.
Across damp lawn to
enter through her own private door.

She shakes the night from her fur to
curl up,
content in the knowledge that
her solitary streets stay safe.

"Alone and On View" (Entry 251)

Room with no windows,
the grey padded cell.
Viewed by guards cameras.
His own private hell.
Hidden in plain sight.
Watch him yell.
Lost and alone.
As you might tell.
This is no home, no house,
No place to dwell.

"Carrying on Alone in Hope" (Entry 249)

The carriage rolled as the tracks tacked forward onto the train's wheels.
A speedy rate to arrive on time. That was fine.
The sooner she was there the better.
She hated travelling along, but at least she had the cabin to herself.
The blind detached to slap up as the door rattled open,
swinging and slamming out of the new comers grip.
Her head whipped round from the blurred scene beyond the window to meet his eyes.
She was no longer alone.

"Deserted" (Entry 243)

There is no sand or desert.
Mirage.
There is no tented sheik
havin' it large.
There are no camels
or dancers of belly.
But I've been deserted,
just me and the telly.

"Angel Always" (Entry 186)

You are never alone.
Remember I'm always there.
Beside you, unseen.
Think of me and feel the love.
I am your angel sent from heavens above.

"A Kitty without a Key" (Entry 176)

The manky grey moggy
sits and waits each day,
on the front porch, to see with
eyes like emblazoned LED torches,
for someone to feed him,
to love him still.
This forgotten kitty
so eager yet.

"Gone" (Entry 175)

Every morn, the same.
Gone and left lame.
Reliant on help.
Scream in pain and yelp.
Can't hear the cry.
To wait and lie.
Until you return to me.
Don't allow yourself to see.
The dark hole in which I dwell.
My personal daily forgotten hell.

"Stripped" (Entry 131)

You stripped the mantle to show the naked me.
Then whipped and flayed my skin to find how inner self can be.
But dreams that me and I will tend to be told only when bidden.
Along with my thoughts and memories, are shown by me alone, stay hidden.

"What is Lonely?" (Entry 112)

She liked it there.
Alone
in her room.
Safe.
Belongings to hand.
People thought she must be bored and
lonely.
But what is lonely?
She wasn't.
Plenty to do.
The sort that was comfortable
in her own skin.
That's when she was
alone,
that is.
To begin with,
they tried
to get her involved.     Outside.     In the world.
Then
they stopped.
No one bothered anymore.
She wasn't bothered.
No more than she was lonely.
It was when she wasn't
alone.
That's what bothered her.