Coco

i think cats read poetry. you can tell

in the way their tails swish and how they fold their legs

all the time, probably wondering how silvery the pinecones

will look tomorrow,

“Life is beautiful in every way,” I think to myself. 

I sit on a chair in the screened-in porch, alone.

Where only the trees can hear me now.

The day is soft and silent.

 Except for the quiet chirp of the crickets,

 and the lonely breeze. 

The pond has no animals to swim in its glory.

Acts of love are defined as any gesture, action, or behavior that shows care, affection, and kindness toward another person.

Some big and grand

Some small, nameless, unnoticed

Being a teenager means 

Schrodinger's cat isn't just a concept anymore 

The person you are 

is simultaneously alive and dead