LXV: Magpies
I watch my sister's house and pets this week.
Her cats and dogs and sanctuary keep.
She's got our old piano: Grand antique,
whereat I used to sit, and sing, and weep.
Her quiet cat resides inside her room,
where I'm invited in to keep it calm.
Inside, it's like our old days can resume--
I recognize her style like a psalm.
We've both that knack for clutter from …
