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
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
10/08/14 Impress me with a poem (a poem, I haven't read yet) Poetry Contest
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.
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
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
Early one Christmas morn
my eyes flew open wide,
found no gifts under the tree
so I ran to look outside.
Everywhere, on the ground
lay mounds of fluffy snow
and parked right in front,
topped with a big red bow,
was my trusty old wagon
full of presents galore.
Four eyes peeked out and
made my emotions soar.
Two furry little playmates
to fill the hours of my days
full of love and amusement
with their wild, playful ways.
Black cat lays on low fence wall,
veiled in cover of night.
Spell broken by owners call,
evenings victims respite.
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?
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.
Her name is Apogee Sausalito,
she is tiny, feisty and black;
when she romps with Tricia,
she thinks she's a cat.
The crafty feline hides
on the dining room chair;
'round and 'round the table,
the dog circles her there.
Behind the tablecloth,
the cat keeps watch;
reaches out with her paw,
and gives S'Lito a swat.
It's a game they both love;
each day's regular routine,
we enjoy their frisky antics
with morning coffee and cream.
(I'd Pay a Million)
He's an ordinary gray, long and lean,
relieved by ashen whiskers and chin.
A perfect white 'V' marks his breast
and one snowy paw mocks the rest.
What is he worth to this old friend
when dozens can be had of his kind?
Some are more worthy of love and trust
and others are spared his hoary crust.
But daily I treasure his sweet purr
and gently stroke his ordinary fur.
I rest my eyes on his rangy form
and rue the day when he'll be gone.
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.
O, a sweet one my wee cat,
White and brown and strong;
She likes sleeping on my bed,
Snoring all night long.
Eating, she sure does enjoy,
Now is time to play;
We are chasing furry balls,
Then she walks away.
March 29, 2015
Quatrain with 5/7 Trochee
For the contest, Have You Tried 5/7 Trochess
Sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
He sits poised with head down
then springs forward to attack
The rug becomes littered with
tiny tufts of white, gray and black
as fur flies.
They roll around in a tangle
kicking each other in the head
She’s older and more experienced
he’s younger and stronger instead
and the fur flies.
Her beauty draws him like a flame
he keeps coming back for more
They go barreling down the hall
and crash into the door
as fur flies.
She’s cunning, clever and quick
he’s fun-loving, handsome and bold
They seem to be evenly matched
Their tussle is fun to behold
as the fur flies.
Hair on the sofa
and the dining room chair
illuminated by sunlight
floating in the air
the fur flies.
We love them anyway
and keep the vacuum nearby
Sweet William and Petunia
sure-footed, impulsive and sly
whose fur flies.
Three years running, she came
and diligently built her nest,
sheltered from the wind and rain
in a spot she thought was best .
Yet there's one regrettable flaw.
Placed four feet from our door,
built of mud, fluff and straw -
this year, the same as before.
Does expectant mother not know
she's gambling with babies' lives?
Two eager cats live just below,
watching with greedy, shining eyes.
For most of earth's innocent few,
danger lurks on every hand,
unless there is someone who
takes a clear, protective stand.
The cats are quarantined inside
till baby birds fly on their own.
When that day finally arrives,
another cycle - here and gone.
Softly the pitter patter
Peaceful melody of purrs,
filling your soul with laughter
furry four legged treasures;
meowing their words of love
blinking 'Hello' with their eyes,
punching your heart like a glove
staring at you from up high;
pouncing softly to your lap
a joy to watch each caper,
right before taking a nap
sweet kisses of sandpaper.
Sitting on a bench by the window at night
Playing with some flowers that happen to be there
She looks out the window, enjoying the sight
Neon light shines on her from the hotel that’s near
A black cat jumps on her lap, covers the flower
Purrs loudly, takes away the silence that’s no more
She pets him, continues to look out with power
Mood is created something she feels in the core
The night, mostly quiet, with a crushed flower
And a purring cat laying on her disturbed lap
Seeing the flashing neon sign by the bower
Is enough to bring peace while she takes a nap
Her tenderness was shown between all things there
Her eyes dropped quickly while the mood did broaden
Calmness was all over the place and in the air
She loved her life and all the perfect things within
I've had cats for all my life,
Can't seem to do without one;
Mischievous and filled with love,
Curious, coy and winsome.
Gentle, quiet, patient things,
They try hard not to bother;
But when they think you now have time,
They're in your face and cover,
Your book or papers or whatever,
You are trying to read,
"You're still at last so pet me now,
You really must concede;
For you've ignored me all day long,
And all day I've waited,
Now cuddle me and scratch my head,
And I will be elated."
They seem so self sufficient,
So quiet and aloof,
But they really long to snuggle,
And be close to us in truth.
To me a cat is such a love,
That when all's said and done,
You really need one in the house,
It's just not home without one.
And when a cat really loves you they bring you "wonderful gifts" and lay them at your feet.
Usually something they caught and killed but it's a gift of love none the less.
Mine brings me dead mice and birds. (gross)
But he does this because he loves me and wants to give me something nice.
To him, that's nice.
You gotta figure on the mentality you're dealing with.
He's a cat!
SMOKEY AND THE BLUE JAYS
As a child I had a cat,
A big black cat named Smokey.
Since I couldn't say his name,
I simply called him Pokey.
He was my cat, I loved him so,
A lovely big black Persian.
My daddy bought him just for me.
He thought he was a person.
He was a cuddle kitty true,
Whate'er I did he tried;
But though he was so sweet and cute,
He had a darker side.
He liked to sit and watch the birds,
As they frolicked in the yard.
A nest was in the lemon tree,
And mom and dad stood guard.
Then one day the cat got out,
And climbed into that tree,
He was after baby birds,
Hidden 'mongst the leaves.
Suddenly the sky grew dark,
As Blue Jays flew in rescue,
Calling more and more to come,
And hundreds more accrued.
Smokey was knocked from the tree,
Fur flew in all directions,
As Blue Jays dove at him enforce,
He ran home for protection.
My mother opened wide the door,
As Smokey ran inside,
Bleeding from his many wounds,
A vet trip was betide.
He never climbed that tree again,
Just watched beside the window,
As birdies frolicked in the yard,
He nursed his shattered ego.
So tiny and so delicate,
As here and there they flew,
But formidable and deadly,
The kitty mused, "Who knew."
Just over four years ago
A question was asked
Do we get a pet
And answer our ask
So we consulted the kids
As they gave us choices
For in our family
We listen to voices
A cat would be nice
But sadly not
As we have asthma in the family
So a cat was not sought
No bird or rabbit or even a fish
Was in the thoughts of our children's wish
One thought, that did spring to mind
A breed of dog of the most beautiful kind
They are small and cuddly
With different colours of coats
But the one we went for
And we forever dote
His name is Digger
Which is his Pedigree name
He is a Golden Cocker Spaniel
From dog show fame
Through good days and bad days
He is always happy and playing
Our most delightful pet
Who treats all days the same