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An Evening in with the Cat

If I had a bottle of pills
I’d dump them out inside my mouth
Take the last few swigs of vodka
And swallow all of them down

If I had a big sharp knife
I’d drag the cold steel across my skin
If I thought for a moment it might
Bring this feeling to an end

I’d stare down the barrel
If I had a gun
Find the trigger with my finger
Pull it and be done

If I had a car
I’d park inside the garage
Leave the motor running
Till the poison filled my lungs

If I had a rope
I’d make myself a noose
Dangle there in my own doorway
Till somebody cut me loose

If I had someone to love
I'd probably treat them bad
Since that's all that I've known
In relationships of the past

 If I had a heart in my chest
I'd be able to forgive and forget
But there is nothing left
Of that beating mass of flesh

So I'll just continue
Sitting all alone and in the dark
A typical evening in with the cat
Doesn't seem that bad after all.

Copyright © Lisa Hicks | Year Posted 2011

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Humorous Cat Tale

My cat jumped from the back of the couch-
and landed upon my face.
Tearing a teardrop into my cheek.
Will my prettiness replace?

I swatted the fat cat in the night
but the scratch proves that he won-
Next morning awoke a bloodied mess 
This "animal love's" no fun!

A few weeks later, my toddler 
son, came running in the room...
He pointed to his arm-"I'm hurt"
"Cooper eat me" We're all doomed!

Copyright © Kit S | Year Posted 2016

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Sexy pussy cat

Your small kitten ears point up to the sky,
They’re black, fluffy and soft, made of silk.
And you stand on all fours, back arched like a church,
As you lick from your bowl full of milk.

Then your eyes look up, pleading for tender,
Pleading for touch, to be loved and embraced.
And you reach your claws out, webbed amongst mine,
And our fingers become interlaced.

You delicately stroke your cheek against mine,
Up, down, all around, then you emit a soft purr.
Then your claws gradually strip down the length of my back,
And I know that you’re no amateur.

I love you, my lover, I love your love kinks,
I love your uniforms, your suits and top hat.
I especially love when you dress up as a pussy,
When you become my wanton woman, my cat.

Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016

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The Witch's Birthday Bash Part 1

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

Copyright © Jenni Munn | Year Posted 2011

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He's of Zero Worth

(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.





Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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My Cat

 
~~ 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 Fourth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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Tiger Cat


We had a brave cat about two years old,
With a great big heart and courage bold.
A neighbor’s dog chased her home one day,
To the window ledge, where he held her at bay. 

He barked and leaped and tried to bite, 
But our little cat showed a plucky fight. 
With tiger stripes upon her back,
She bravely defended against attack.

He tried to leap and nip her toes,
But her sharp claws slashed his nose.
Her hunched back was plain to see,
He’d be smarter to let her be. 

Copyright © James Tate | Year Posted 2016

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Ugly Cat

                Ugly Cat

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

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

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Mystery


Mystery Under The Tree


They went to the manger that night,
those wise men who came from afar,
to worship the child by the light 
of Bethlehem's bright glowing star.

The animals, drawn unto Him,
soon gathered 'round manger to see
the holy babe sleeping within,
and shared in the great mystery.

And so was our dear Lucy cat
at Christmas time lost in her dream;
each day by the Christmas tree sat
to guard the Nativity scene.

She'd stare at the babe in the hay
and looked at each figure beside.
It seemed something drew her to stay;
for hours she'd sit there wide-eyed.

Like animals drawn unto to Him
that met 'round the manger to see,
our Lucy seemed led from within
to guard the sweet babe neath the tree.


Sandra M. Haight

~5th Place~
Contest: Mystery
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: July 6, 2016

~1st Place~
Contest: Cats and Christmas Trees
Sponsor: Mary Oliver Rotman
Judged: 12/15/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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The Trolls Come Out At Night

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

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

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Pussy Paean

What due is this, O feline fierce,
for what affront thus penalized
with calibrated nips that pierce
for my caress unauthorized?

'Twas you with brazen move unasked
who burnished coat upon my limb.
What dire affect iconoclast
did stir your feral feline whim?

The cat is oft like womankind
beyond man's feeble intellect,
a primal spirit state of mind,
requiring manners circumspect.

February 27,2016

Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2016

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The Tiger Rock and Leopard Black

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.

*Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010

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A CHRISTMAS STORY TOLD BY THE DOG

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.

Without hesitation,
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

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011

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From Kitty to Cat

In seven months he’s grown into
a fat and sleek and loving cat.
I’ve kept him from the snow and rain
and predators and woes like that.

A small grey kitty visits him
through sunroom glass door every day.
After she cleans her plate she stays
to bat at him as if to say

I know you have it nice and warm.
Your meal is a meow away.
I’d like to join you but I fear
all human kind, so I’m a stray.

I try my best to coax her in
that she might live in luxury too.
My slightest move sends her away
and there is nothing I can do.

Raccoons and possums come to call.
He watches as they find her dish.
Perhaps he’d like to join them there,
but I’m afraid to grant his wish.

In the big world, danger abounds.
I do my best to meet his needs.
So he can only sit and watch
the little grey cat as she feeds.

By: Joyce 3/17/11



Won a 6th in contest

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011

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My Cat, Motivation

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. 

Copyright © Ryan Graham | Year Posted 2013

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Halloween Devil Cat

Halloween Devil Cat On Halloween some years ago My grand-kitty named Georgie cat, So gentle, sweet, but devilish too— With soothing purrs or 'claws combat'. Kids dressed him in his devil suit Surprised he did not even stir! With slight annoyance on his face— To dressing up, he did defer. The glare within his staring eyes So much enhanced his costume, that Our Georgie devil played the part— Became our Halloween black cat! Sandra M. Haight ~4th Place~ Contest: Happy Halloween Sponsor: Kelly Deschler Judged: 10/30/2015 ================================ Georgie is my daughter's kitty and my grand-kitty and is still with us at 15 years of age :)

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Cat

Black cat lays on low fence wall,
veiled in cover of night.
Spell broken by owners call,
evenings victims respite.

Copyright © Bonchance Longfall | Year Posted 2013

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Christmas Joy

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.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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KITTEN HATER

KITTEN   HATER


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?

Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2013

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She Doesn't Know She's a Dog

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.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Sandy Hook

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.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2012

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Flying Fur

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.


Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Cat Worship

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

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011

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Cats On Mars

Cats from Earth eat fish on sunny beaches
(Umbrellas optional, not included)
Unlike sharks they use tiny teeth to chew
And get motion sickness when traveling too    

Seas hold goodies for feline nutritional needs
(Canned dolphins and goldfish don't come to mind)
Health considerations are forefront for all kitties
Mars has no menu of any kind

The trip from kitchen to couch is tiring
Fat cats dislike all travel including space
Mars is far, too far away to go for cat food
Felines are all about lazy

Stores on Earth are closer, (but closed)
Little critters don't eat red rock formations
Metal machines are better suited for taste tests
Programed for soil sampled treats

Expectations are high when there is gravity
Cats can't fly…. They stray (on 4 feet we think)
Don't be surprised… Cats can't fly 
(When they do, they use rockets)

Even so... Why Mars? (They can't afford it.)
No money…. No pockets 
The red planet has no milk or fish
Cats starve without their favorite dishes

Death is not a pretty sight
Emails are hard to recover on distant planets
When dead, lifeless paws make it even harder 
(Cats don't type to begin with without a cause)

Cats like to breath oxygen once in a while
Some like to live outside the liter box
Live out nine lives lazy on a more inner planet
The 3rd. one out to be precise

The Red Planet is not so kind in that regard
Not equipped to handle little kitties needs
Meteorites crush their tiny heads to smithereens
Messing up their fluffy fur and happy day

Radiation burns them to a crisp
Life on Mars is harder than you think
Craters cause more than aches and pains
Frost bite gets in the way of play and pleasure

Like we said
Cats on Mars don't live so well without oxygen
They could die from lack of food and water 
Or even overexposure to themselves

It's better they stay home on Earth
The place where they come from
That way they can be fed
Instead of something worse  

In the end this is something else                                                              
Cats On Mars is just a title
There are no cats on Mars
Only turtles

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016

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My Old Cat Herman



My old cat Herman sure looks like vermin When we douse him with a bucket of water His teeth start to chatter, gets mad as a hatter His master, he'd sure like to slaughter! With unearthly growls, slinks round on the prowl For a spot to get back his lost dignity Under the couch he retreats like a grouch We crack up in a mood of frivolity! One day we'll pay for this game that we play Herman's gonna rip away at our flesh With an unearthly meow, like a demon from hell He'll pounce - his dignity refreshed! So here's what I learned bout the time I got burned By this human-like piece of machinery We've now learned a truth, Herm does rule the roost He's responsible for a change in the scenery! © Jack Ellison 2012

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012

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SMOKEY THE CURIOUS CAT

                                  SMOKEY THE CURIOUS CAT

Through all his years he was such fun,
Companion, Friend, and more;
Adventure was his middle name,
And I was never bored,

As long as Smokey was around,
He'd brighten up the day.
He'd snuggle, cuddle, kiss and swat,
and say,"Come on, let's play."

I had some turtles in a bowl,
As cute as they could be;
They disappeared while I was out,
Found under the settee.

I had my suspicions,
About how they got there,
So I watched my little buddy,
But he never moved a hair.

Then one day he strolled by me,
With something in his mouth.
I followed him to the livingroom,
He crawled beneath the couch.

He placed a turtle on the floor,
And gently lay beside it,
Just watching it so patiently,
Not hurting it a bit.

Slowly it stuck out it's head,
Then it began to move,
Curiously he watched it go,
Thought Smokey,"He's got groove."

"I like this tiny little guy,
I wonder what it is."
I reached in and picked it up.
"Busted, here's the miz."

"These guys will die without their bowl,
Smokey, don't do that;
But I still love you best you know,
You are the best of cats."

                                                  Judy Ball

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011

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Determination and Grit

I slipped on a teardrop and landed upright, 
With no tigers or werewolves to scare me, 
In the long silent night so salient and tight, 
Where there was no hunger and travesty.

Desiderata mounted as a goat passions one, 
Front legs up, leaning upon his spritely girl;
Fuel of life, oh twig of gentleness unsprung, 
Never do you appear contingent on a twirl. 

Winds howled on and on under supervision, 
It seemed as if they were tall and even valid; 
Rains hit hard my fragile frame of collision, 
For nothing and nonchalance did they pallid. 

Hiding my face with a wooden, olive scarf, 
And umbrella to enhance my laugh stout, 
I braced the chill that bade me ill and dwarf, 
To retake the lost love that i could not gout. 

Vigour of kings, my heart leapt for plenty, 
Directivity vitalised my lionising soft breath,
Towards my rock of goodness, my morality, 
And I landed stealthily in my own free seth. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016

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Cat Walk

Curled wisteria branch, purple pregnant,
emits an admirable fragrance, nectar sweet,
attracting absurd little bees, their costly harvest
caught in tiny golden sacks of honeyed treat.

My tabby cat stalks the genial garden
between blue iris and peonies, pink,
an excellent engineer of hunting prowess,
her generous tail bent in orange feline kink.

Over and over she paces the trails 
between the blossoming rows of floral order
caring not an iota for the creatures
scrambling toward the garden’s border.

This stalking! The song birds grow irritable
and her soundless shadowing quiets the air;
I watch the scene from cottage window
behind sheer sheltering lace in kindly chair.

Oh, how I appreciate this morning beauty
spread in ravishing abundance all around;
the dance of nature, the careful balance,
the gifts of gracious God that everywhere abound.

My cat will tire and meander homeward,
beg entrance with meowing knock; the still
garden will return to quiet, peaceful pleasure
beneath her sleepy one-eyed watch from window sill.


Approximately 1 ½ hours total time writing and revising
Copyright, July 6, 2016

absurd, appreciate, admirable
cat, caught, costly
emits, engineer, excellent
golden, generous, genial
iris, iota, irritable
kindly, knock, kink
orange, over, order

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2016

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Cats and Mouses

              Cats and Mouses.


      A little piece of advice is
      For those who have got mouses
      In their respective houses.
      The cat knows where the mouse is.

      If the cat doesn't know where the mouse is
      The mouse knows where the cats is.
      Which is how the cats and mouses
      Share their respective houses.


      Barry Stebbings
      March 2016.

Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2016

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Protecting the Helpless

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