Florence
Florence is a city in Italy
Where scooters zip in and of lanes
Where the best gelato is a coveted secret
Where David bares it all
Where I stand out, a wide-eyed American
Who can’t believe I’m not in Kansas
Florence is a nurse
Someone I’d never live up to
Saving lives on a battlefield
Teaching regular humans how to be superheroes
As though that type of bravery
Is something that can be taught
Florence is Florence Welch
Fronting The Machine
Flitting around the stage like a rock’n’roll fairy
Telling me that I deserve to be loved
And I deserve what I am given
Reminding me that I’m alive inside
Florence is an old lady cat
Who came to us as a mystery
Having lost her home; I could relate
She promised with a head boop
To be a good cat
And then hid under our couch for weeks
Florence is an old lady cat
That traveled with us from state to state
And hid under the brake pedal
In a big ol’ box truck
In heavy traffic on a four-lane interstate
She could never loose her home with us
Florence is an old lady cat
That greeted us at the door
Whenever we came home
And sat on the toilet lid
Waiting patiently while I showered
Hoping for just a few pets before I left for work
Florence is an old lady cat
A fearless hunter
A bah bah bah of a soft, tufty paw
If you’re not careful
Always wanted me to be impressed
By her hunting prowess
Florence is an old lady cat
Always sleeping somewhere new
A scarf I’d find on myself in the morning
A drawn out meow I’d hear at bedtime
So many meows, like her own language
That I could understand but never speak
Flo is just a little kitty
A symbol of our love
A member of our family
A mess of gray fur
With a comforting purr
My kitty
Kitty
Kitty
