I Taught I Taw a Puddycat
Expiry date
14.
I taught I taw a puddycat
Consumed by hellish flame
And from the ash... a boisterous Death
Was calling out my name.
I turned away in wretched fear
With an ere attempt to flee.
But Death was quick and fleet of foot
And primed to capture me.
My foolery came to nothing as
I prepared to accept my fate
As no one slips the Reaper
When you reach your expiry date.
The End
The Autumn Leaves
15.
The autumn leaves are falling now
With no particular place to go.
The warmth that teased an apple grove
Has annulled its daily show.
The winds grow crisp and sullen
With hills undressed to bear the cost.
The flowers give rise to a torpidity
That divines the coming frost.
But such is Nature's clear intent
To give repose to those well-bred
Till the nourishment of a vernal spring
Awakes them from their bed.
The End
16.
My Son is quick to speculate
On how the world works.
He questions Earthly inconsistencies...
Their oddities and quirks.
With his Mother dead and laid to rest,
He made such queries of the town.
"If Heaven lies in celestial skies,
Why put her in the ground?"
The End
I Will Not Judge
17
I would not judge my brethren
Lest they quest to hinder me.
I would not raise an arm in hate
To those who disagree.
But its not enough to idly stand
While others flaunt their past mistakes
And with glee discommode themselves
To that point where I may break.
We must challenge these malcontents
And the mayhem they may seek
But not give in to pointless thuggery
And instead turn the other cheek.
Let them loose their slings and arrows
That pervades some cosmic thrill
As there are causes I would die for...
But none for which I'd kill.
The End
18.
Unburden all vitriolic trappings
And watch the winds of chaos flee.
Give voice and let slip the tongue
That screams necessity.
The End
Thunder
19.
I heard thunder in the night...
The pelt of stinging rain.
The wind that blew the soil hence
To mark my neighbor's gain.
My roof enraged in some dispute...
To stay or blow away?
While my fence in abject deference
Would see not the light of day.
The storm magnified in its severity...
I wasn't sure how my end would be.
I took solace in the Lord above
To find some good in me.
But with all things cruel and harsh...
Nature gave thought to my relief
And with the passing of an angry sky...
I've earned a moments peace.
The End
20.
How abundant is my valley.
How ample are the trees.
With one old oak to mark my spot
And cast its shade on me.
I'm enthralled by such perfection...
My apprehension melts away.
While those who slake my very soul
Must wait another day.
The End
*Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.
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