FIREWORKS

by LaRue Watts

Bombs bursting in air with sparkling display
Instills only fear in the cat.
She's under the bed away from the fray
And wanting no part of all that.
Her fourth of July is something to fear;
With brimstone and fire, she is miffed.
So, taking her time, she may reappear
But not until it is the fifth.
Understand that this kitty is never confused
And therefore contented to be
A "fraidy-cat" pet not the least bit amused
By the joys of our earned liberty.
That feeling, quite simply, is old hat to her.
She relishes it every day
And, thus if she pleases, she'll give you a purr
When fireworks and noise go away.

GUNS

by LaRue Watts

A crazy madman had a gun
And shot some people just for fun.
"If others had been armed," they say,
"It would have been a different day."
So when we each have pulled a gun
And aimed at someone on the run,
I wonder what police will do
When they find all of us in view
With firearms blazing in defense.
It really doesn't make much sense.
To me, the argument is moot.
Upon that scene, who would you shoot? 
In one split second, are you wise
To which ones are the righteous guys?

FRIENDS

by LaRue Watts

Have I known you forever
Or maybe just some years?
I know we both have clever
Ways to try to hide our tears.
But also with our laughing gift
We make each other smile.
We never seem to need a lift
To go that extra mile.
So when you ever need me,
I'm at your beck and call
To go where e'er you'll lead me
And offer you my all.
In turn, I have a special space
That's just for you assigned. 
It lies within that resting placed
Oasis of my mind.