ah!

that time of year once more,

the expectations to do this, buy that,

begin to tickle and murmuringly gnaw.

should there be roses, and if so could they all be red,

or fragrant petals strewn all across the bed,

with some catnip on the side, pretty please and with sugar,


and dollops of whipped cream,

for that,

I do know,


would be my old cat’s Valentines Day dream … … …



( for Scully 1999 – 2016 )