No One In Particular

[billy]

Tends her roses
until noon, then feeds
her cats promptly at six--
A can for them--
one for her.

Put the dog down,
just last week.
He never could
quite get the hang
of fetching worthless sticks--
much less the Sunday paper.

Still discusses politics,
repeatedly, eagerly--
with no one in particular.
Still quite bitter;
can't believe,
Dewey lost
in yesterday's returns.

ICSoria
©2011

i like this Sid, my main nit is all the --'s for me one at the end of the first two vignettes would do. i think the 2nd verse would work better as the opener, the statement in the opening line feels stronger. other than that i can't give anything constructive.

i like the way the last verse is dated by dewey between 1944 and 48.
i'm not shocked as to the old woman, (my take she's old) eating cat food, i've heard of it being done by a few people.
the three snapshots work really well for me, and i think the poem suits the title. the repitition of 'still' seems to be okay.
all in all for me it's one of those nice poems that have a certain warmth.
something real. jmo

thanks for the read.