Barks and Brews

We were having a good conversation about how things should be and what we can do to make things develop into that. The coffee shop was closed but thanks to their chairs outside, we were quite comfy.

Just as we were talking about the they-who-must-not-be-named, they arrived. The tet-a-tet became an incantation to summon the demons from hell to haunt us and end our conversation. We cannot talk about the devil in the midst of the devil to avoid being bedeviled. πŸ˜›

We were in the midst of the hound of denverville who had a loud bark, followed by its chihuahua who barked aloud, a lot to drive everyone’s attention to it. The chihuahua started talking about being part of the elite court of his highness’ cafe, reiterating the bark – I am a VIP. Important? I think not! Perhaps irrelevant.

Here’s the VIP checklist:
Did you receive cups of coffee for free?
Did you get an invite for the soft opening?
Did you get and invite for the grand opening?
Do you know the staff on a first name basis?
Do the staff know you on a first name basis?
Did the owner promise to give you refill?
Did the owner ask you for your thoughts on the business?
Did the owner promise you a discount?
Did the owner promise you a mug?
Did you actually get that mug?

If it’s a yes, then you are a certified VIP. If not, stop barking.

Coffee and dogs don’t go well together. πŸ˜›

P.S. Thank you for the mug Ivy. πŸ™‚

Ode to the catwoman

I see you, I really do
Basking under the sun, crying
Staring at moon, laughing
Then I started doubting.

Do I somehow see you frail,
Breakable even with the slightest
Movement of my weak fingertips
Needing me to be close to you always?

Do I somehow see you strong
Able to carry burden of the world
Lifting boulders of pain and fear
Unyielding and unconquerable?

Do I somehow see you fair?
Or should I say β€œWhat a scare!”
Are you annoying to the brim
Or am I just over-reacting?

Truly I see you, I really do
Dancing with the sparkling stars
Swaying with the wild breeze.
Suddenly I realize, I am blind.