Weekend weather report (Tobago)

Caribbean cock crow morning.

Bananaquits

split the never silent night

cheeping and chattering

as the deepening dawn sets in.

Alongside the sea

chocolate milkshake silvered

sighing onto the beach

palm trees have shed coconut husks

which lurk, frustratingly beyond surf’s reach.

Trumpet treed, mimosad too,

a beady eyed chicken struts past,

dogs and humming birds

have oh! so very much to do.

There’s a pink flushed cloud ahead of me

a Barbie dolled sky to cheer

yesterday’s rain away

and, monsoon free,

the weekend is left to us

loud, and clear.

   

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ON CATS AND SEPARATION

Two cats

captured in mock bronze

neither cheap

nor tawdry

“an approximation of the Real McCoy”

you once stated.

Of the divine Rosie and Malika

who smelled of hot fur,

straw from the cattery,

vile food

and, occasionally,

grass and vomit!

Their vitality,

their lithe writhings

were

oh

so

real.

This statue, this mocking bronze

cast

amongst myriad memories

of you

smells, now, of nothing.

Not even the desolation

I once managed to attribute to it.