But to change it I loose money for food, If I go to the emergency room,they cover my insursurance, But I have no say where I go or who I see, Except for my chiropractor! In a perfect world treating the guy who bought most of my cats food last month would not by theContinue reading “HMO’s are garbage”
Category Archives: Pen name Val Whitewolf
Fifty degrees
No tapering off heat in Iowa One minute over one hundred , Next fifty, Its twelve fifteen, Got to rise turn off fans, To damn cold to have them pn, Fifteen cats on me for warmth
Stll love Ben
Baby Ben is having a bought of diarreha its in my shorts, Adirning my black sweatshirt, Still love him, But not the poop!
Perfect rest
Not sleep, We always sleep, In fall, Things are cooler, Smells filled with fall, Sleep is blissful, Organic, Hear horror gone, I here babues waiting to go see their momma, Hungry for her milk Six twenty three, Three kitten babies fill my lap, Love this ,
Sixty-three now heading to fofty-five
Feels.delughtful freezing ince mire, Off to the.kut hwn seeking.kuttensfalling asleep with.babues near is wonderful, Hope your eest.is.outstanding as.well,
Storm
If you just dumped the tub used tor recycling? Its likely! It’s probable there’s water on the chair, Look before.y9u sit, I forgot, And the chair was satuated, My pants.are.now.nearly dry, It was.cold water,
OLDER still rise,
Mamage, Low crawl, Still rise, Dirt on mu leg, Fell hard, Fell thrue, Fell down, Will hurt tomorrow,, For.sire, Dor sure!
Giant lesbian are like,
Mighty Oaks, In the wood, When no one near, No one hears us scream! Look out below! No one seem to care when the giant lesbian screams!’ Out of my way!
Just be,
Forever and ever , The poet that cares for animals in need of a home and love The government puts to many restrictions, On rescuring animals, I’ll just remain a poet and a writer who helps all she can until I no longer here, Not interested in being a shelter, I’m a writer who sellsContinue reading “Just be,”
Two young princes,
Spirits joined by blood, Feline, Loved, Past from my view in a.wink of my eye, Both under four months, One had laid within my freezer for near a month, I wanted a wood to lay him in, I have no wood yet, This morning, Three am when I found his cousin gone too, The lifelessContinue reading “Two young princes,”
Val Whitewolf 