Parting Gift

On the table
Champagne and bitters
Artifacts of a friendship
In name only.
Interesting
Point and counterpoint,
Mused the Poet
Realizing the irony
of their gesture.

Behold,
My blossoms are colorful
my leaves a luscious green,
Said the oleander.
Come too close
And you will regret
Not keeping your distance.

I know she loves
To hold me
Feeling the softness of my fur,
Said the White Cat.
Don’t forget:
I like my food on time
Or I’ll nip her wrist.
There are rules.