What’s In The Urn
Strangers offered me to join them in a drink
I met them on a mountain edge while skiing
They seemed like friendly normal people then
So what could happen in a simple cabin?
Finding that which is not there or vanquished
What is there that cannot be perceived?
Placed upon the mantel piece are ashes in the cabin
Brass vase, a receptacle for lost souls sits in repose
A death vase to glare at over cognac
By the sober flames cast by
A fire place glow observed in action
Liquid spirits pour out their poison
In the cozy living room inside the cabin
Drinks alone cannot remove this feeling of distraction
The urn is piercing through my soul
People belong in cemeteries you know
With all due respect for the dead
Scatter them at sea when they‘re deceased
Not paraded around in gloom to cause unease
Or as a center piece for living rooms
I’m not relieved to find it is a lizard on the shelf
To be exact, an exotic iguana family friend entombed
And to assume that fact makes this matter optimal
I beg to differ on that point and voice my opinion later
There must be a plot of ground outside
Or toilet somewhere to flush it down
But better left unsaid, as they are bereaved about the death
And I am their invited guest
Iguana tried consuming the family’s cat
Another favorite pet
It is surmise, that’s how it met its end
Ended up expired inside the urn
The receptacle was there and going nowhere on its own
I swear it follows me from room to room
By embers glow and ash, shadowing my every move
A brass smile casting off the urn, leaving me concerned
I could not take my leave
The container followed me
So I waited, fixated on the thing
Is it coming back to life to eat more bugs or me?
Finding that which is not there
Is easier in the dark
Rising to the occasion of the day that breaks
I must escape the premises to continue skiing
Into the frozen world outside I fly
With no discernible signs or paths to lead or learn
I get away, no time to say good-byes or find my way
Never again will I say; what’s in the urn
A dog! A panic in a pagoda!
Rex sneaked in with a can of cream soda,
he shook it up hard and then pulled the tab.
But Rex was too slow for their choc'late lab.
Cain: a maniac, the brown dog's head swelled,
confused by the fizz but a rat he had smelled.
He was a god's dog, ergo, a ogre -
mighty fine watchdog, well-trained at Kroger.
Schooled in their stockroom with all kinds of nuts
whose tricks won ribbons for all kinds of mutts.
Cain's radar kicked in, went straight for the can
and turned it on Rex who lost his game plan.
On the way out, he offered some Kleenex.
No one's the wiser, except maybe Rex.
Recording the facts, Cain writes in his log,
Was it a rat I saw? or Am I a dog?
A dog, a panic in a pagoda
Cain, a maniac
ergo, a orgre
Was it a rat I saw
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.
I opened the door,
Saw two nice mice,
At Pete's Pet Store;
For a very good price.
I bought them that day,
With money I had saved,
Raking and hauling hay;
For my neighbor, Mr. Dave.
I purchased a bowl,
Just for their food,
And a bottle with a hole;
For drinking water through.
I named one Ice,
He had clear blue eyes,
The other, I named Spice;
He was the smallest in size.
Ice would take small bites,
Of cheese and treats of rice,
Spice made noise at night;
Munching bread - I had sliced.
I'll never forget the day,
Mom said, "Look Price!"
And lying in their hay;
Were two bald baby mice.
We bought a cow at the state fair
and loaded her on the truck
to take her home, but halfway there
we had a stroke of good luck.
We hit a rock, and from the crash
she bounced away down the hill,
she mooed and made an awful splash
in the stream beside the mill.
The water was still awful cold,
the cow already freezing…
resisting as we roped and pulled
her breathing turned to sneezing.
My father said this won’t end well,
he couldn’t have been more wrong.
He thought the cow, we ought to sell
but changed his mind before long.
We took her home, our shook up cow,
unloaded her in the barn.
We thought we’d let her sleep for now
then see to her in the morn’.
The next day, just around sunrise,
the cow already awake.
I milked, and to my great surprise,
I got a frozen milkshake!
A dog trained to play the piano
Is a remarkable sight
But Boston neighbors say its Bach
Is worse than its bite.
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
I dIdn’t know why I had been thrown out,
I didn’t know what the fuss was about,
Or what I was in trouble for
but they didn’t want me there anymore.
I was weak, frightened and somewhat tattered,
my trust and confidence totally shattered,
there were many like me,yet I felt alone,
this large noisy shelter just wasn’t a home.
My step wasn’t as lively as it used to be
and out of my left eye I barely could see,
I wasn’t as pretty as I was before,
a sad soul behind a cold steel door.
People would look at me, then they’d walk by,
I finally gave up , didn’t bother to try,
shunning attention I hung my head low,
what would become of me I didn’t know.
One day a young voice said, “Look at her dad,
the one in the corner, she looks awfully sad,
the one that’s just lying there not making a fuss,
can we take her home cause I think she needs us.”
“But you wanted a puppy,” the dad’s swift reply,
the boy looked upset as he waved me goodbye,
but miracles do happen and love found it’s way,
it was me they came back for the very next day.
For the next few years I happily spent,
good times with my family the way it was meant,
loved and cared for more than I’d ever known,
the best of a dog’s life, a place of my own.
DOG GONE CONTEST
Skies are dark and dreary,
This day we won't forget;
Ol' Ollie was our favorite,
Far more than just a pet
A naughty lil' imp,
Knock-kneed and proud;
Meowin' like a siren,
Geez, that cat was loud!
It was on this frigid morning,
We lost our furry friend;
Reality's stunning anguish,
Death fails to comprehend
Spoiled rotten and witty,
You'd swear he was a dog;
A happy treat to pacify,
While sleeping like a log
Looking on the good days,
Diminished are the bad;
We lost a friend forever,
The best we've ever had
Death never comforts,
We failed to see your end;
Our tears concede to obscurity,
Farewell to a loyal friend...
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.
It's the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
Not a creature is stirring,
Not even a mouse.
Mother and father,
Have put up a tree.
Think I'll just go climb it,
To see what I can see.
Look at all of this tinsle,
And paper and bows,
And yards of bright ribbons,
And lights all aglow.
Is all of this here,
Just for me and the others?
A tree for to climb,
A whole room full of wonders?
A place for us kitties,
To run through and chase,
And send decorations,
All over the place?
Then they can come in,
And rebuild it again,
Knowing that this,
Is all part of the game.
Then they can pretend,
To scold and be mad,
But in secret we know,
It makes their hearts glad,
To see us so happy,
And watch us at play,
Then they get to rebuild it,
It just makes their day.
Not all folks are like them,
It's no joke or jest,
These people of ours,
For sure, they're the best.
Aren't cats great.
They're fun, funny, curious and so affectionate.
They are total innocence wrapped in a fur coat.
A house is so much more interesting when shared with a pet.
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.
Usually prefer pussycats to dogs
Though we have a Golden named Annie
Guess it might be a real tossup though
Annie's pretty special and uncanny
This gal can smell barbecued chicken
From at least a couple of rooms away
Comes bounding into the kitchen
Ready for whatever comes her way
How can I resist this gorgeous animal
Got me tied around her paw
Zoe the cat is a real sweetheart too
I'm torn between these two pets-in-law
Guess I'll just spread my love between both
Annie can show fits of jealousy
Chasing Zoe and threatening her life
But really they get along quite famously
© Jack Ellison 2014
(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.
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
All my life I longed for you.
You filled my thoughts and dreams.
You'd stand majestic, head held high,
My mind's eye saw the gleam,
Of vibrant health, unbounded strength,
That shone from a glistening coat,
The look of eagles in your eye,
As you moved you seemed to float,
Like the billowing clouds that float across,
The azure sky above.
When I'm with you I too can fly,
I soar on wings of love.
We glide across the meadow,
Beneath the sun lit sky,
We are the best of fellows,
My dog, my horse and I.
I believe God had many reasons for giving us the animals and if we try we can figure out what those reasons are.
For one thing, I believe the first and foremost reason was to TEACH US.
Have you ever noticed they have remained just as He created them?
They never deviated from the original plan.
We, However, have done our level best to IMPROVE on PERFECTION; and we have poisoned the environment and nearly destroyed the entire planet in the attempt.
What is more loyal than a dog?
Animals have shown more self sacrificing loyalty and courage in the face of danger than we ever dreamed of. They love completely and will willingly sacrifice themselves for our good. How many of us will do that for them? In fact we laugh at those who will.
We KEEP them as long as it is convenient and then cast them aside without a thought for their love or well being or how much heart break they suffer for our uncaring treatment of them. We don't try to understand them at all; but we expect them to understand us. If we are so much smarter than them, how come we have never learned any of this from them? Could it be that we are so selfish and concerned for our own comfort that nothing else matters much to us?
The love we receive from our animals is completely unconditional.
The love they receive from us HAS IT'S LIMITS.
We should give that some serious thought.
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.
Just discovered the love of dogs
For the absolute very first time
Had always been a lover of kittens
Until Annie invaded my mind
Canines and I never connected
Before Annie the golden retriever
Awesome is how I'd describe this gal
Now a “man's best friend” believer
How did I get along up to now
Never knowing what I was missing
Shows me such bubbly enthusiasm
When for a treat she is fishing
Her love is absolutely over the top
Few humans have this ability
Unconditional is how I'd describe it
Creating a feeling of stability
So now sweet Annie, she's da bomb
Enhancing my life ten fold
Filling a void with her adorable ways
A treasure unique to behold
© Jack Ellison 2013
Calendar cats are the Pussy élite.
Silky or spiky, or butch, or effete,
Calendar cats are a privilege to meet …
They’re, oh! SO beautiful!
My Bubble’s a bit smelly, and he doesn’t seem to care,
And his poor old baldy belly has got ‘flying-away’ hair.
He quacks and he sneezes, and he dribbles ev’rywhere –
It’s not pretty at all …
Calendar cats have immaculate hair.
It’s sleek and it’s clean – not a flea anywhere;
But they’re paper, not real-life – it’s true, and you can’t
Hear them PURRing at all …
Bubble’s greedy and he’s lazy, and his fur gets up my nose.
He gets it in my dinner and he gets it on my clothes.
He isn’t too hygienic at all, BUT – he PURRs
Like a pneumatic drill …
My Bubble does nothing, and he does it all day.
When he’s not on my lap, then he’s still in my way.
He sleeps in my garden, and dreams of the old
Days, - when HE had it all …
But calendar cats only hang on the wall,
And when you need a cuddle they’re no use at all …
So I’ll cuddle my Bubble ...
Yes, I’ll cuddle my Bubble …
And I won’t want a calendar pussy at all …
No, I won’t want a calendar cat
This is a waltz (3/4) rhythm, and verses 2 and 4 are in double time (6/8)
Sadly, Bubble is no longer with us, but he did live to nearly 20!
SMOKEY AND THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER
Once when I was just a kid,
My mom thought 'twould be nice,
If I'd invite some friends to play,
And we could swing outside.
I had a swing set in the yard,
Where I would play for hours.
My daddy built it just for me,
Away from Mommy's flowers.
It stood beneath a large Oak tree,
And even had a sand box.
We played and swung and had a ball,
Got sand in clothes and socks.
Our neighbors had a big red dog,
A loyal, patient friend,
Prince often came to play with us,
He wagged his tale and grinned.
Another dog came on the scene,
And Prince was not amused,
They postured and they sniffed each other,
A dog fight soon ensued.
We screamed and cried and climbed the set,
As Prince and dog fought on,
Smokey heard our frantic cries,
And raced across the lawn.
Prince was huge with big white teeth,
And muscles big and stocky,
But Smokey feared him not and leaped,
And rode him like a jockey.
Smokey sank his claws in deep,
With teeth he grabbed his neck,
The big dog took off down the street,
With Smokey firmly set,
Upon his back, he rode him well,
They soon were out of sight,
We worried that he might get hurt,
In yet another fight;
But he came strolling home real soon,
The hero of the day.
"Don't worry kids', he seemed to say,
He won't be back today."
For Fraqncine Roberts Pick A Pet Contest - July4,2011
Since moving to the country
this fact has come to light,
maintaining our new home
gives us a battle to fight.
Newly graded and seeded lawn
quickly became uneven ground,
mole runs crisscrossed acres,
flowerbeds raided, bulbs gone.
Two hundred tulip bulbs
along the fence last fall
produced not a single bloom,
little robbers ate them all.
We consulted local nurseries,
bought whatever they suggested.
Worked diligently all summer
but still were mole infested.
All remedies failed, until
he answered a TV promotion.
A sure-fire trap, with video,
guaranteed rodent extinction.
"Wow, this really works," he said
"fifteen moles, I've zapped."
But moles must have internet,
mole runs detoured around traps.
Now he's using another method
flushes runs with a garden hose,
when the little sucker surfaces,
bashes him squarely on the nose.
Works well for my mighty hunter,
the toll is now twenty-two
but alas, a new battle arises,
cool weather brings someone new.
There's a mouse in the house
who's eluding every trap.
In spite of frantic searching,
we have two frustrated cats.
Bon Voyage, Joan
I wish you had a laptop
to take with you on your cruise.
So you could write and say to us
“Good Morning. How are yous?”
It was not very long ago
that we had never met.
But, quickly we have come to know
our friendship is a great asset.
Reciprocating a kindly word,
we introduced our pets.
To others that might seem absurd,
we have done so with no regrets.
Whether walking in the forest
or down those country roads
We know and love a fun brunette
although she chases toads.
(To keep her “Bear”
from eating them…
She does so with great care.
No frogs allowed; he is her gem.)
But you do not have a laptop,
to take with you on your cruise.
So go have fun, sing; dance ‘til you drop.
We shall wait to hear cruise news.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 18, 2010
Poetic form: Quatrain
Dedicated to our friend named Joan. Bon voyage!
(But come home soon even if it is too cold…) LOL
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."
When the well-rested rooster woke up at noon, he found himself in the lap
of a gorgeous boy and he was telling his mom with urgency,
"I want this rooster, he can keep the lonely and moody parrot company!"
And staring at him," It's a rooster, not a pet!" she exclaimed.
Mothers always try to please their kids, and sometimes they really spoil them,
not according to their customs and beliefs, controversially fathers are stricter than them;
"I'll take care of him and soon he'll be living in our ranch home" he promised...
and continuing,"From now on, his name will be Harbor: the lovely place where I found him!"
The gentle boy kept his promise and Harbor became part of the family,
and the talkative parrot taught him to say the exact words he said;
and months went by, but nobody knew that he could speak so humanly,
and how did they find out that Harbor was smarter than an ordinary bird?
They overheard him in a challenging conversation about finding a perfect mate,
in the shortest time and the shrewd parrot thought he surely would have been the winner,
but to his surprise, Harbor used his accumulated wisdom and searched the nearby farm,
where chicks were bred and then put in perforated carboard crates on a freighter.
Harbor looked around and didn't really like any of the chicks he saw,
and was he about to give up on his search? Suddenly not! He trotted past the noisy farm,
and to his bewilderment, he spotted a young chicken on the grass below...
and gallantly approached her, and with a chat started a romantic affair by keeping her warm.
Harbor and the young chick clicked and they quickly were talking about marriage,
lots of baby chicks to feed: the ultimate dream of two domesticated birds;
at first, the upset boy wasn't too happy about their agreement, and exploded in rage,
but realizing what was best for Harbor, he finally gave him his blessings.
On the same farm the newly-wed live, and have big plans for a large family;
one more thing, if curious folks decide to visit them anytime soon, they need a reservation.
They will show them around with their fowl hospitality, but rule out temptation;
none of them will end up on their plates for the next Holidays or any other special festivity!
Where is my master?
Why has he gone?
What a horrible disaster,
Not to take me along.
I listen intently,
For the faintest sound,
Of footsteps trod gently,
On the hardened ground.
Much time passes by.
I wait and I wait,
I'm left wondering why
He's running so late.
Will he ever return?
Will he come back for me?
He really must learn
With him, I should always be.
TLH © 06-1-2012
sMOKEY - FAITHFUL FRIEND TO THE END
As we grew older, Smokey and I,
Our lives would change a bit.
As a teen there was school and friends,
In the kitchen he'd quietly sit.
All alone he'd wait for me,
To finally end my day,
And come and spend some time with him,
And maybe gently play,
A little game of dangle the string,
Or scratch behind his ears,
I didn't know, how could I know,
He neared the end of his years.
At night I did my homework,
At kitchen table with him.
He lay across my books and watched,
And rubbed my head with his chin.
Then when I was just eighteen,
I came home from a swimming date.
He staggered 'cross the yard to me,
I almost was too late.
He laid him down right at my feet,
I took him in my arms,
He closed his eyes and then was gone,
And with him all his charms,
That he displayed throughout his years,
My buddy, playmate, friend.
He remained so all his life,
Faithful to the end.
(There will just never be another Smokey)
They say fiber’s good for
the digestion. I favor cotton:
Jimmy’s gray athletic sox
tossed haphazard on the floor
and tasting of ball games
on the corner lot.
Missy’s socks in pastel blue –
I always leave her one of two.
And once, (what a treat!)
Mom laid out a pair of fancy
argyle socks, brand-new
for Dad’s big feet.
I took just one, leaving
its mate so everyone can see
how its subtle hues
complement red-sable Me.
I REMEMBER SMOKEY
Once when I was just a kid,
My sister eight years older,
My sister's boyfriend came to call,
As we were playing soldier.
Stationed in the jungle we,
Cut off from our troop.
Surrounded by the enemy,
We must escape, regroup.
To do this we must make a stand,
Take out that lone guard.
A local girl distracted him,
So we could hit him, hard.
My sister led him to the porch,
To kiss her friend good night,
Not suspecting they were watched,
Or what we planned that night.
They stood before the porch steps,
In young love's sweet embrace,
I'm sure the neighbors heard his scream,
You should have seen her face.
We snuck up very slowly,
They never heard a sound,
They thought that they were all alone,
With no one else around.
The timing perfect as we leaped,
I yelled to him,"ATTACK!"
And Smokey did as he was told,
He ran straight up his back.
The young boy screamed, jumped off the porch,
And made tracks for his car.
My sister cried to Mama,
"He'll prob'ly have a scar!"
The young boy swore that he was bit,
Felt teeth in his behind.
I grinned and said,"But not the cat,
The teeth he felt were mine."
Mama laughed so hard at that,
That we did not get punished.
My sister went into her room,
Her reputation tarnished.
She felt no boy would date her now,
She had a rabid sister,
Who hung out with a feral cat,
No one could resist her.
So cute and sweet, she had it all,
You'd think she had it made;
But with me no one would call,
She'd die as an old maid.
SMOKEY - MY FIRST FRIEND
Smokey was a funny cat,
You could see him think.
His favorite place to do this,
Was table or kitchen sink.
He'd loll about for hours,
In seemingly deep thought,
Musing o'er life's mysteries,
Or the mouse he never caught.
He looked so wise just sitting there,
Mysterious and ancient;
Never bothering anyone,
Complacent and so patient.
The only thing he didn't like,
Was being combed and groomed.
If you picked up his comb and brush,
He'd quickly leave the room.
I sweqr sometimes he read our minds,
Knew what we were about,
He understood our every word,
Of that there was no doubt.
He was my friend from babyhood.
We were babes together.
He taught me climbing, stealth nd patience;
our bond could not be severed.
He taught me to look nonchalant,
And even innocent,
If by chance I should get caught,
Whene'er house rules were bent.
Whenever Mom and Dad were cross,
He taught me how to blend,
Into the background or become,
So cute they had to grin.
My memories of him are fond,
I thought he'd live forever.
He taught me fun and love and loyalty,
He won't die, not ever.