Relaxation music

The lake waves are slapping sandy beach. They are not seagulls here but big black birds are circling in the air above a water pipe. Something is moving inside. A beautiful black cat is cautiously walking out. His fur is all dusty. I throw him a stick. He sniffs it hopefully. I am sorry, I have nothing for you. Second cat, also black, sleek and slimmer, moves slowly to the daylight. The birds are circling lower now. Oh, kitties, get back! On the other side of the lake deer are watching. Cello is playing. I stop at visitor's booth at the entrance of the park. "They are two cats in the drain pipe by the lake." "Yes, we know about them." The birds are still circling in the hot sky. I do not hear a flute and piccolo. I hear clarinet and oboe instead. 4/12/2010 Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, PA

Therapies

Radioactive mud on rheumatic knees for three weeks. It doesn't take arthritis away, but it helps. Sipping water while strolling colonnade from the mugs with thin spouts. Three weeks at the sea shore. Just relax, swim,take suntan. Eat and dance in the evenings and listen to the cicadas. Eat ice cream and flirt with your eyes. Do not touch. Relax. Hop on the treadmill. Move your limb to the left fifteen times, again to the right, and in the circles. Listen to the music. Ride the bicycle lying on your back and watch the shadows on stain glass. Keep your thinking positive. Watch bumblebees mating high above white bouquets of blooming pear trees. You are right. I do not know anything about pain. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville 4/9/2010

Tomcat

Somebody gave a kitten to my friend. "What gender is my kitten?" "He is a male." An expert farmer declared. "Definitely he is the male." The male kitten grew and did as he pleased. He often wasn't home. Where is he? What do you expect? He is a tomcat. One day the proud cat was walking home with four kittens in the tow. And the cat wasn't their father. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 4/7/2010

M

I worked for A and M business. A stands for agriculture, M is for military. My neighbor is a farmer. Then I must be M. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 4/6/2009