From the wood where coyotes play
Blackie cat came on a summer’s day.
Called seemingly, to fill the place
where Rocky the cat lay dreaming.
A proud old tom who’d seen his end
Rocky had held it long at bay.
A Guardian was he of Mom you see,
but when he passed she’d stay.
And he’d not leave till he knew
she would not be alone…
He’d found ole Blackie for her
to give them both a happy home.
Blackie and he had many a day
of lolling in the grass and sun.
But Rocky’s porch he would not share
that was for Mom and he the only one.
She feed them both, each to his own
and cared for both in kind.
Rocky’s plan, he was the man…
was to not leave her alone inside.
So, Rocky's sweet self sacrifice
of staying much too long
was blessed with painless passing
He died in Mommy’s arms.
Now everyday, ole Blackie comes
as Rocky told him too.
To keep his Mommy company
another Guardian true.
Still too frightened to come inside,
Mom’s sure he will one day.
And on that day they’d both be sure
that Blackie’d come to stay.
Some cat entered my room one night
I thought it was a ghost
It smelled like something had just died
But I must oblige my guest as the host
I turned on the light and there it was
An obnoxious opossum at best!
Whoa! Forget my host duties, cous!
Take the room—I’m an unhappy guest!
I left the house with a shutter
Before I realized I was heavily surrounded
By cats on all sides, up and under
The house they had all just rounded!
In truth I was perturbed on all levels
That I began to realize in horror
That damn opossum had spawned these little devils!
And tonight I must end this terror!
I then ran straight to the kitchen
Aware of the opossum inside
If I give up the tuna and ditch um’
Perhaps I’ll escape this night alive
The persistent cats scratched at the holes
Those buggers—those meddlers!
They could have been thieves—if not trolls!
Their yowls would scare sumo wrestlers!
Worst of all in this dilemma
Tomorrow was grocery day
There were no more cans of tuna
All my fish had swam away!
Somehow one got in
And the rest came barreling through
I ran toward my room to him
The opossum looked so distressed and blue
The little beady eyes pierced my soul
And I knew from then on he was my friend
He only meant to hide from the furry little trolls
And escape a most pitiful end!
I made up my mind at last
And picked up my trusty broom
Come on in—I dare yah tah pass!
Ain’t no feline coming through this room!
Glowing eyes burned with intent
And the yowling grew loud as hell
The little bullies think they can take my guest!
They’ll fly like birds they will!
That night was a battle like none other
A battle I will proudly say I won
I gained the friend of my life—a brother
My pet’s a load of fun!
As much as I love a neighbor cat
They are a little scary as a race
Thankfully a broom will push them back
And put them in their place
My opossum is a sweet little thing
And I protect him with my life
I’ll never judge a critter again
Till actions bring it to light
It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Patrol the house,
In search of that,
Which could cause harm,
To kith or kin,
Though the job is mine,
The cat is my friend,
So he comes along,
To help where he can,
And we have devised,
A workable plan.
He'll give the call,
If he sees something strange,
And I'll come a-runnin',
That's what we've arranged.
The war cry he gives,
Is a terrible screech,
And I have to admit,
It gives me the creeps.
One night 'bout this time,
A few years ago,
We thought we heard something,
Outside in the snow.
The cat crept up,
To the window sill,
And he gave a cry,
That was eerie and shrill.
The folks were all gone.
They were at church,
And up on the roof,
Came a clatter and lurch;
Then some strange old man,
In a funny red suit,
Came down the chimney,
With a sack filled with loot.
I was on the attack.
None of our stuff,
Would he put in that sack.
Back up the chimney,
He flew in disgrace,
And reindeer were running,
All over the place.
They took off like a rocket,
Swooped low and then high.
I swear that I never,
Knew reindeer could fly.
Some poor old lady,
Was out in the street,
Never knew what hit her,
It was reindeer feet.
Her husband stood staring,
In total dismay,
And they sing about her,
To this very day;
How on her way home,
From the church which was near,
Grandma got run over,
By eight reindeer.
It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Are on the alert,
But he won't be back.
(Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
(walking home from church on Christmas Eve,
(Ohhhh you can say you don't believe in Santa,
(but as for me and Grandpa --- WE BELIEVE!)
(Now you know the whole story)
For Last Fifty Poems Contest by Brian Strand
For DejaVu Christmas contest by Debbie Guzzi
Black cat lays on low fence wall,
veiled in cover of night.
Spell broken by owners call,
evenings victims respite.
It was her big day, she'd waited a while
Her excitement was building, but so was her bile
She'd planned this party to the final detail
Invited all of her friends, she just couldn't fail
Picking up her new wand, she began to get ready
Her nervousness making her a little unsteady
She waved the wand and muttered a spell
That would make her hair look simply swell
But halfway through, she felt quite green
She mixed up the words and said something obscene
Sparks flew form her hair and set fire to her shawl
She leapt up in the air and let her wand fall
Screeching and cursing she danced round the room
Jerking so violently, she kicked over her broom
It shuddered before leaping high into the air
Knocking her over and into a chair
That would have been fine if she hadn't squashed flat
Her magical, but cranky, black and white cat
It meowed very loudly and flew into a rage
With claws and fur flying it went on a rampage
It flew at the witch, angry and wild
It's sleep now disturbed, it's temper quite vile
The cat landed squarely on the poor witches head
And digging it's claws in, it started to shred
The witch screamed quite loudly and stumbled right back
Screeching and pulling 'til she heard a loud crack
Holding the cat she looked down to check
And saw her new wand lying broken on the deck
Looking in panic at the defective magic stick,
Which was sparking and spitting out magical tricks,
She lifted her foot, backing away
But the cat suddenly panicked, abandoning the fray
The witch lost her balance and tripped over her dress
Tearing her stockings and hem in the process
She put out her hand to stop herself tumbling
And grabbed hold of the broom, still groaning and grumbling
Then the bell rang, her guests had arrived
Looking at the mess, she felt her hope dive
She'd had such high hopes for tonight's monster bash
She'd planned it for ages, made it quite flash
She went to the door with a tear in her eye
Her dress was ripped and her make-up awry
She opened it wide and beamed a feigned smile
But her friends saw through her attempt to beguile
They peered over her shoulder and exclaimed at the mess
Then looked back at the witch, she looked so depressed
"Don't worry," they said, "we'll help you out.
After all, that's what friendship's all about!"
The fairy waved her wand, the warlock cast a spell
It all seemed to be going exceptionally well
For a while it looked like the show would go on
But no-one had noticed the still sparking wand
My cat Motivation,
only moves when she’s attacked
by my old dog Ambition.
We keep him out back.
My snake’s called Potential.
I’m afraid he’ll get loose.
My turtle Confidence
is a lonely recluse.
I had a hamster named Past,
But he bit me too much.
My goldfish, the Future?
Gone in a flush.
To help address the mouse problem
With which the world is smitten
(God knows, we have enough of them)
My cat has just produced another kitten.
The indiscipline of kittens is not welcome -
They won’t soon catch a mouse,
The curtain climbing, table walking, and then some -
They just don’t care about the rules of the house.
And it’s like catching a pin cushion.
When they jump on me from the stairs in the hall.
It’s then I sometimes get a notion :
I wonder if mice are really so bad after all?
Cats have always been with me
each in their own way
has run my house, has run my life,
and worried me when they strayed.
White cats like Alice’s Snowdrop
or striped tigers like the Cheshire
Longhaired Coons from Maine
Now those really are a treasure!
Long whiskers speared the dust bunnies
underneath my rumpled bed’s shell
and they found my missing sock
but they would never tell.
My Pixies paws smelled like popcorn!
Her tummy fur was sweet and long
I’ve heard folks have spun yarn from it
which kept them very warm.
I dream, of black cats I have loved
and tortoise shell “money cats”
I’ve thought of them as babies BUT
They didn’t think much of that.
I’d rather have a cat with me
For the rest of the life I’m given
Oh please give me one more cat
before I leave for heaven.
Dedicated to the Cheshire Cat in Alice
Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.
We have an ugly cat or it has us
That spends hours on a shelf along with dishes
Looks like it’s been run over by a bus
Did I mention it’s malicious?
Kitty sits there with the plates in strict resistance
Thinking about how to become more cute
It has no clue but contemplates existence
As we figure out its longitude and “attitude”
Most small creatures are sweet and cuddly
Not the case with this feline with its fatal flaws
It takes pride in being ugly
And with spare time, tearing curtains, climbing walls
We haven’t figured out the sex yet, of our pretty-less pet
Can’t get too near, it bites and claws our backs
It leaves wounds you won’t forget
We’re not sure if it wears a dress or real fur of black
Ugly cat comes from a questionable lineage
We found it howling in an ally with no vitality
It stays with us, probably won’t reach old age
Lacking looks, will send it to an early grave, a feline fatality
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