Tommy, Napoleon
A Best Friend
Gone too soon
I couldn’t remember the exact date He showed up,
A motherless crying baby kitten in the barn.
He snapped at Me when I tried to rescue Him.
Fred went out the next day and He was our Baby
Many years π»
A rambling train of thoughts about the universe and our micro solar system consisting of our dear Sun and other planets in a magnetic dance while we hurtle through space on the face of a rock and stare at flat screens where we attempt to connect while we detach.
Really enjoying my Structured Doodle Art called Zentangle.
Well, Part Art, Part Meditation, Part Affirmation that
Art can be Therapeutic Expression of Emotion,
Sometimes even surprising Myself,
Seeing the Messages in the Finished Piece.
Yesterday, My Cat π⬛ Dagen was my inspiration,
You know, the feline child who wakes me for her 3 am feeding π₯±