Pamela G Holmes

A poem Crouched in willowy wildflowers, the chalky cat with seafoam eyes is transfixed by the frenzied flails of a feathered foe. Her whiskered face puckers, hungry, as eyes follow the bird crashing to the meadow. Pounce. Wild chirrups: the flying fiend is slumped within the predator’s maw. Breakfast is served. Thank you for reading…

A poem He said, If you want unconditional love, get a dog. How sad, I said, that we spend our entire lives searching, reaching, grappling, for unconditional love in another human, in a partner, in a friend. How sad, to discover that only dogs were ever capable of giving unconditional love. Thank you for reading…

I’ll kiss you in the moonlight but when our lips part, don’t fall in love. I’ll praise you with delicate whispers in your ear but when the accolades are done, don’t dream of the future. I’ll hold you for tonight but when the morning comes, don’t reach out your hand. I’ll whisk you away from…