-honestly...I have no clue why...-
As I began to rest in my fickle dream
Suddenly I was stirred from my sleep
I was greeted by many a whisker
And petulant snores from my sister
The cat mewed ferociously and purred
For there on the other side of the window—was a bird!
It chirped like a wobbly siren—the ass!
And I swear by my bosom it was pecking the glass
Suddenly, I sprang up in alarm
I swear my bosom was gone!
The cat then motioned at the feathered brat
For her bright breasts seemed extra fat
Of course it wouldn’t have been that
But I couldn’t just blame the cat!
I opened the window only a crack
And asked very kindly, “May I have my breasts back?”
Such pride she attained from my bosom
Yet why? –how would she use ‘em!?
The mockingbird merely turned a goodbye
But the stolen twins were too heavy to fly!
She plopped to the ground and squawked
I would have laughed, but I was shocked!
The cat scratched at the window and with her eyes
Said, “Prithee, take your breasts—she’s mine!”
Before I could think I had fallen to the ground
To a booming, most terrible sound!
My eyes then opened to a cat on my head
As the booming sound continued from my sister’s bed
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
Reflections of imperfections
have shown me a way
that I can move mountains
through my power of faith
even though I can't see him
I know he is real
through the power of prayer
and a Love that I feel
It's growing inside me
like a flower in bloom
shall I reveal my powers
or is it too soon
I am reading the signs
through my darkness I find
a reason for belief in
the light of mankind
that I know shall overcome
the greatest of odds
the Love I seek amazes me
especially through the flaws
because now I am inspired
through the hero's that bring
my throne through the darkness
on which I return on as your King.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat
mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is
the way of nature
loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013
The sun shone brightly at last
On this breezy spring day
A black cat stalked a yellow bird in play,
As he stepped lightly across the fields of grass
Covered with dew , Alarmed , the bird flew
Leaving the cat with nothing to do
The sun shone brightly
on this breezy spring day
As the mouse appeared suddenly
through the field of grass
And once again the cat turned to play
Copyright © jim joyce | Year Posted 2012
If I had to live a day without you in my life
it would be like Living without the warmth of the Golden sunshine and light,
It would always be a rainy day without you
Blue skies that are clear and bright
Would be out of sight only
Grey clouds and storms in view
Without a dear and special friend like you.
A colourful and cheerful rainbow
Would simply not exist if you were not
Apart of my life.
You Bring me Laughter, Sunshine,
Warmth and Light making my
Life a pleasure and Real Delight adding sunny
Happy hours and filling all my days
With warm hot rays of summer sunshine and showers of love and
I want you in my Life Always.
Copyright © Triston Ross | Year Posted 2013
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015
A pretty bird
Sang upon a fence
Until a cat jumped to pull a wing down
Sad little bird lay on the ground within sharp claws
With no real hope
Her feeble attempts doomed
No more will I hear her sweet song on the fence
The cat moves on
Close by a nest of babies wait
Pretty bird looks one final time at the sky
One last chirp
November 28, 2012
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2012
When God created this world He knew we'd love our pets...
And He gave us special doctors that we call Vets.
There seems to be a special place in many a heart...
Where only a pet can play a part.
They give us memories and fill our hearts with delight...
And they keep us company on a cold lonely night.
They love us, they test us and sometimes even help us heal...
And the excitement of pets in our lives seem to be part of God's will.
Thank you dear God for the family of pets...
I have wonderful memories and no regrets.
A dog or a cat or maybe a bird or two...
Raising a pet seems to be a smart thing to do.
Copyright © tom kesting | Year Posted 2015
Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
It is frightening how my sweet, cuddly cat can change,
Into a sinister and menacing hunter intent on stalking her prey;
She loves the garden and always lays beneath cool leaves,
But is just waiting, watching, and planning a bloody kill.
And from her hiding place she comes creeping, creeping,
Slithering, edging up inch by inch, skulking some little animal;
Teeth chattering and emitting a deadly rattling eerie sound,
Her eyes a fixed stare and her body intense and tensed.
This snuggly pet of mine is a predator with true speed,
Hiding, stalking, pouncing and chasing learned with her toys;
She likes to prolong the event and thus the creeping,
And then, she leaps and it is very scary for a moment.
But the tickle of her bell, alerts the bird to fly far away,
And the mouse to slip into it's hole again safe and sound;
Then with a meow and sweet purr, she comes creeping,
Creeping home, happily without a dead thing in her mouth.
October 11, 2015
Written by Broken Wings
Submitted to the contest, Best October Poem, sponsor, Skat
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015
Cat drinks from bird bath
Attentive to sound watching
Hopes for a free meal
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
As he crawled through the window flashlight in hand
Little did he know but would soon come to understand
Feeling his way around so as not to make any noise
When he heard a sound ah must be one of those darn toys
But then he heard it true now he could not misconstrue
"I see you, and Jesus sees you too"
Full of fear and fright he turned to that sound
And as he shined his light it's a silly little parrot that he found
"I see you and Jesus sees you too"
Picking up a lamp on cue he was going to...
But in dropping his flashlight on the floor it shined under the parrots table
Met with an angry salivating roar, this dog belonged in a stable
Looking back up at that goofy bird and completely frozen by fear
And then next what he heard was not what he wanted to hear
"Sic' em Jesus" is what that goofy bird said
Ripped him to pieces should have of just stayed home instead
Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2013
She slunk through the grass
eyes firmly fixed on her prey.
The geese knew she was coming
and with hisses charged her.
Hair standing on end, crying piteously,
she fled the scene pursued with much
hooting and wing flapping.
Through the cat flap she shot.
At last they were gone, next time
perhaps a sparrow or pigeon.
For after all she is a tiny scrap
only four months old.
Bigger prey would have to wait,
for now a nice bowl of milk
and a platter of tasty food.
Replete she curls up on her cushion.
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
Dog felt down, he never smiled anymore.
“I bet its because you're a bore!”
said Freda the Frog.
“Maybe,” said Dog.
So Frog did a trick, to make Dog smile.
And it helped him, just for a while.
“Oh, Dog, why are you blue?”
“I don't know Frog, I wish I knew.”
The next day, Dog could not grin.
Without a bark, he let the Cat in.
“What's this ol boy, you won't say hello?
What's gotten into you, my dear fellow?”
So Cat led dog on a merry chase
But he soon saw his efforts were a waste
“Oh, Dog, why are you blue?”
Dog sighed, “I don't know Cat, I wish I knew.”
All of the night, Dog laid there without scratching a louse.
He was beginning to worry, Mr. Whiskers, the house mouse.
“Good heavens,” said he to Kitty Cat, “He doesn't even groan.”
“But what's the use, without a good bone?”
So he found a turkey leg in the ice box.
And dangled it in front of Dog. “Have I the pox?”
“Oh, Dog, why are you blue?”
Dog shook his head, “I don't know Mouse, I wish I knew.”
“Listen,” said Polly the Parrot. “I know what's the matter.”
“He misses his master, Miss Hatter.”
The animals then grinned, not all was lost then,
For perhaps with this information, he would smile again.
So together they conspired, to find the missing mistress.
They searched the house, from floor to tress.
But all they found was Mr Hatter, but he missed her too,
“Where are you, where are you, Miss Betty Boo?”
Polly said to they, “Now you know it's true,
She's gone away, our master is blue.
When is she coming back?”
Dog said, “I wish I knew.”
Copyright © A.E. Rivenbark | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
“SAVE the bird bitt save the bird” I scream
The hands of a two year old on the birds cage…
He tipped to the side, his feathers in a twine
He couldn’t even give out a wine
“Save the fish birtt save the fish” I scream
The hands of a two year old about to push the tank
The poor fish didn’t know what to thank,
There scales pail
“Save the cat bitt save the cat” I scream
The hands of a two year old around its tail…
About to fling, the cat didn’t even have time to sing
His claws in a yarn ball, his eyes in a dream
Lol true story…
Copyright © Danielle Lynn | Year Posted 2010
Sometimes the birds will
go silent, not singing now,
every quill still.
Copyright © Jim Tidd | Year Posted 2014
A pretty bird sings sweetly upon a fence outside my window,
Until a cat comes creeping and pulls a wing down;
Sad little bird lay on the ground within sharp claws, trembling.
Struggling to get free with no real hope of that happening,
Her feeble attempts no match for a feral cat;
Oh sadness, I know it is natural for that wild green eyed cat.
Finished, the cat moves on- it was not hunger just a game,
Close by a nest of baby birds is loudly tweeting;
The pretty bird looks up to the blue sky with one last chirp.
I am sure she is dead yet I find myself rushing outside to her,
A basket quickly grabbed, I pick her frail body up;
And bring her inside- I notice that although in shock, NOT DEAD.
And right away I go back outside to find that nest of babies,
And now they are all quite alive in my sunroom;
Oh, the chirping is loud, deafening, but it brings me happiness.
What started out a poem of death became a poem of happiness -
May 6, 2016
For the contest, Make Their Jaws Drop
sponsor, FJ Thomas
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016
We could see cute cat chasing a Cardinal
Like they usually do and always will
Trying to catch Cardinals with their claws
With razor sharp edges just like saws.
Cat kept running and thrashing around
While Cardinal did not make a single sound
For his life was fearful and also afraid
As he hid there sitting in the dark shade.
Cat came back to attack Cardinal again
When all the wild excitement did begin
Could hear cardinal and all of his cries
When cat decided to try and terrorize.
After Cardinal had quite a restless day
He finally just up and then flew away
Leaving cat all bewildered and dazed
At Cardinal's great ability was amazed.
Up whole situation cat started to size
And of course in the end would realize
Cardinal was asleep and hidden in his bed
Cat chose to chase rowdy rat instead.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Soldier and Veteran
Bolivia, NC 28422
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
It came out of nowhere, quick as a flash;
landing on the ground by a small piece of trash.
It happened all so fast that I didn't even notice;
the chances of survival were about to be hopeless.
The bird that flew by me was snatched up ahead
by the mouth of a cat, and I was sure it was dead.
I strolled on by, offering condolences to the bird
whose life was cut short by an animal that purred.
'He sure didn't put up a struggle', I thought;
Poor thing must have been shocked at how he got caught.
Taking a seat on the bench was rest time for me
but I was unaware of the show that I was about to see.
The cat had dropped the bird from its jaw
to prep the prey with the help of a paw.
But to my surprise a funny thing happened;
That bird was alive! I saw his wing flappin'.
The cat noticed, too and went for the kill;
But my new hero was not going against his will.
He flew in mid-air right on the cat's nose
and used his little claw to deliver several blows.
The cat was stunned and incidentally so was I;
That little bird fought back with vengeance in his eye!
I chuckled in silence as the bird flew away;
my hero will live to fight another day.
As for the cat his ego was bruised
and having lost that battle he looked a bit confused.
His doubt may not let him try that stunt again
and he walked away slowly, taking one on the chin.
The situations we face whether big or small
will always come together if we give it our all.
I congratulate that bird as I raise my cup
because this is another reason why we should never give up!
Copyright © sonya marshall | Year Posted 2015
A cat called Eleanor
ponders from a pillow
in a bay window,
the lives of the willow and songbird.
The willow is a short-lived tree
which spends a lifetime
weeping about it
while shorter-lived songbirds
roost in the droopy boughs
cheerfully celebrating another day.
The easy climb could
make for a tasty snack.
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
A spectacular sight to see....
As she perches herself up so very high to reach the top,
She turns to me, as if to say "Look at me! Look at me!
I can do all that I can at the top of my castle!"
As she leans backwards,
She plays with the tail of her toy mouse
That's dangling over the edge.
She catches her mouse with a diligent swipe of her paw,
And licks and licks to her heart's content
Of catnip d'or.
"Meeeooowww, meeeeeooooowwwww, eeeeeooooowwwww!"
She races throughout my domain,
Without a strand of fur;
Not a single trace.
She stretches along the windowsill, basks in the sun,
And falls asleep in the warmth of the rays,
Only to be woken by the chatter of birds outside at play.
"Meeeooowww, meeeeeooooowwwww, eeeeeooooowwwww!"
Oh, Samii! Oh, My!
My one and only that I adore so!
I love you, my Samii!
Copyright © Valerie Ann Thomas | Year Posted 2014
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.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
The Dog asked me: what you have done all these years?
Well! Helped you to see the true phases of white
black worms, mites, dang …,
As well as the beauty of others birds & cats!
Dose that upper nice part of his head remind you
Of a rigidified stone?
looks like the super full moon!
Copyright © Abdullah Alhemaidy | Year Posted 2015
a cat tries to sneak
the bird is much too weary
cat will use acme....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015
I see you floundering in a world you thought you knew
You once saw it in ticks and tocks, and pay checks…
You were blindly tripping down someone else’s path
Playing cards dealt from unknown player’s decks…
You once saw a life through someone else’s window
And thought that yours ought to bare resemblance
So you slid your way onto that path for a time
Countless lessons you have learned since.
Now it would appear that you, this jay bird are free
From its button down shirt prison, its name badge cage
From nagging lips and selfish fingers that never saw your strength
Set free from the frivolity of weekdays, accounts and age.
And though your wings are slightly tattered with time
And your spirit is dusty around the edges where no one has cared,
If you spread them towards what makes you smile
If you do what so very few souls around you have dared.
There is a pure fire within you that you want desperately to hide.
You are afraid that it won’t be appreciated if you let it show
You fear having hope in something, only to be disappointed…
But the past will weigh you down forever if you never let it go.
Strength froths warm beneath a peaceful exterior
Intelligence and an intense soul show in your eyes
I have always thought their was so much more to you
But you never let me in more than hellos and goodbyes.
I hope that someone else is bolder than I was
And meets a chance to get through your armor.
Or that you decide to open it up a crack yourself
And let someone see that old snake charmer.
That one I glimpsed here and there in Smokey clouds
Or in your unguarded face while you were reading…
The same one that hid behind practiced speeches of morality
Winking at me and silently, disagreeing…
If for once you would let the cat inside the bird take over
It would not take long for you to see
The world would better understand your nature
Only then will you be free…
Copyright © Tamra Craft | Year Posted 2009
Jesus Is everywhere
Jesus is in our Hearts and everywhere just I look around,
Jesus is in every sight and every sound just listen,
And I know I m not being foolish,
I know I am telling you what I see,
As He is someone I must believe in,
And it's there when I look at all the Children,
Jesus is there you can hear His whisper in the wind,
Jesus is all around as you can see it in the thunder of the sea,
And I know I I'm just dreaming,
I know I feel safe,
As he's someone I must believe in,
And He's always there when I call out His name.,
Jesus in always there in the rising of the sun,
Jesus is always there when the day is nearly done,
And I know He is no illusion,
And I know He is, and I see truth,
Yes He is someone that we all must believe in,
As He will always be there when you call out His name,
By Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack
Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack | Year Posted 2015
Age, You come to me as a cat to bird
Belly to ground with no sound heard.
Fangs so sharp claws kept keen.
You creep up slowly, yet unseen.
How poorly you treat me, evil and mean.
You weaken my sight; make it hard to read.
You are so selfish and full of greed,
You conspire with my mirror to lie to me.
Gone, my youthful face to see,
Gone the man I used to be.
Hair falls from my head, grows on my back.
My mind wander as thought I lack.
No place to hide, no way to win,
Surprise in my eyes is that of all men
Same look on the bird that the cat drags in!
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
On a farm that has ten hundred sheep a lamb has a broken leg.
our intrepid vet is on his way to save it. He succeeded and we all
get misty eyed. We who think animals are our equal to us except
we eat this could gives a wrong impression.
If all people are equal so are animals, but what we see is dogs
with broken legs and a hurt pig in its sty
We must learn to understand that some animals are our enemies,
not that they have sought out to be, so and to avoid the abysmal
pests we have to eradicate them.
My old dog having been in Hellas and beyond I had to spare its
agony and put it down – twelve years it waited- Its deep blue eyes
held no rancour.
And now alone I can’t help thinking, who is helping me through
the transition from the conscious to the mystery.
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2015
I always have pocket trash
I have little pieces of trash in a mash
Once i put a chicken leg in there
And another time a moldy pear
I always have pocket trash
It sometimes is worth a little cash
My pocket trash always smells
Whenever i got some trash it never fails
It's like a small trash can
I'm the pockets biggest fan
Sometimes we go on dates
and there's those people that always hates
I always have pocket trash
Copyright © Trash Boat | Year Posted 2016
Verde chases for his meal
Trodden over clovers
An oriole flickers up
Beating down the grass
A cardinal darts away
A streak of lightening flashes
The last bluebird bursts
Copyright © Frankii Fame | Year Posted 2016