Just a Thought

I am always taken aback
when people publish
their fervent declarations
of love and remembrance
on Facebook
for all the world to see.
I wonder.
Would I want to publish
my love letters,
tender missives
only meant for the other,
on the Daily News?
It feels like reverse voyeurism,
sighed the Poet.

I love to hear
my dried pods explode
in the summer sun,
spreading my seeds
far and wide,
said the Sweet Pea.
Next year
I will be all over the place.

Why is all that caterwauling
going on all night?
That’s not for me.
I live a quiet life,
said the White Cat
and went back to sleep.