[Kay Syrah]

Cat territorial
imperitives remark
full voice
dark calling
answers not required
dawn's musty
remembrance
dew leaves lightly
in the sun called
heat of the day
a cat passed
this way.

[Kay Syrah]

Ghost ships
passing with sails
furled by skeleton crews
something is missing
more than flesh on bone
canvas on mast,
peace isn't a concept
for the keel hauled
and the persitance
of sailing without
direction becomes
the reason for fear.

[Camachee]

irving wallace
meant
no malice