what I used to hate
is becoming ritual
and brings peace of mind

Eugenia*
makes a Christmas paella
that’s ambrosial

*(eh-yoo-HAY-nee-ah)

pangur, my pangur
your feline form nestles down
warm, surrounding me

my ‘N’ is fading
soon it will be gone, vanished
a ghost of a key

Lou wrote a tango
simple; yet broad and sweeping
it was for Tandy