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The Cat Ate the Rat

I wanted a quiet evening, away from Proto To order a pizza with loads of ricotta, And write a poem, with not one interruption, Savoring a glass of wine, without disruption. Sounds perfect to me said a voice, let us begin. I looked around no one was there except Lynn My golden Labrador, the voice spoke once more, It’s so pretty outside, from here comes inspiration, Poems bring serenity, But at times written in desperation. The voice came from my poem I had just started, I was delighted, felt elated could this be magic. I believe that you talk, I’m no sceptic You’re the words creating my poem and I a poet. I will stay by your side, and together, We will travel where ever, forever. With a fame so destined, Bitcoin will have nothing on us We will kick up a such a lot of dust, And create a great fuss. Now don’t forget this is my poem, I explained, you only Add if I ask. Once upon a poem and rhyme, Lived an old, old man called time, No, no, no, said the words, The cat, Sat on the mat And ate the rat That is not poetry I shouted, you arrived in my space Perhaps you should explain why you’re here, And state your case! Then I heard another voice, somewhat shrill I’m so glad it said, chase the words away I recognized the second voice straight away, For I’d heard it every day, It was my Muse, she sounded sad and was crying You don’t love me anymore, my heart is dying, So I assured my muse Patsic That altogether, we’d create worldwide magic! Oh good said the words, it was getting too much And spilt a tear on the poetry page. Now can you listen, please, I’m not so young in age, I can’t get so upset, Glad we have all met. Then continued, The furry cat, Sat on the Persian mat, And ate a fat rat. Still unacceptable, I said to the words, Let me finish mine. No, no, exclaimed the words, I want to try again, The eclipse on the earth, orbiting into the moons shadow, Glimpses the bright sun, and from a slither so narrow, Stop, I said, that was good, Perhaps I’ll let you finish tomorrow. So you thought it was good, let’s do the dance of joy, And as we danced, the words on my page Scattered everywhere. I looked at my new friend, It will be an eventful, ecstatic journey for us, This partnership of three, will I know, Entertain, Time and time again!

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Date: 2/22/2021 2:55:00 PM
Very clever Jennifer! An enjoyable write:) Linda
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Date: 2/13/2021 3:02:00 PM
Hi my fellow Jennifer from across the sea! This is a great picture of what writing poetry is like -telling the mediocre ideas to scram, and being delighted with the others.
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Date: 2/17/2021 10:51:00 AM
Hi Jennifer, my name sake across the pond - poetry is part of our lives, but when we go blank, we feel we are sinking, and then quite suddenly a delightful idea like a light bulb goes ping in our minds and we are then A for away. Great to meet you. Will be visiting soon. Hugs, blessings, Jennifer.
Date: 2/3/2021 9:38:00 PM
Hello Jennifer … sometimes to begin writing poetry is the hardest thing of all, so I thought that in your verse with the words scrambling is exactly how it can be a times. For any poet to wiu the battle it is very satisfying - thank you Jennifer - Lindsay
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Date: 2/17/2021 11:02:00 AM
Thanks for understanding Lindsay, sometimes I feel like I'm playing scrabble and each scrabble tile is a word but the words don't make sense or poetic phrases. blessings and hugs Jennifer.
Date: 2/2/2021 2:45:00 AM
Wow... this was a pleasure to read from the beginning till the end Jenni. I read it with a smile. I hope you have many more beautiful poetic journeys with your muse and the words of your muse encouraging us everyday dear friend. Hugs ~ Ani
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Date: 2/2/2021 8:45:00 AM
Hi Ani, my inspiration needs inspiring - all dried up, I'm sure the words and my muse will come to my rescue - writers block - very frustrating. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer
Date: 2/1/2021 8:27:00 PM
I know well that feeling of trying to be creative but running into chains of cliches! Once I did write 'the cat/sat on the mat' and called it a day because I couldn't get the river flowing - glad you found your journey entertaining :)
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Date: 2/17/2021 10:42:00 AM
Hi Michelle I feel for you I've been there and it is a real sinking feeling, but then just as suddenly someone says something or you see something or read something, and voila, there is your new poem! Hugs and blessings my friend, Jennifer.
Date: 1/31/2021 7:05:00 PM
Wow, I just love this caprice, Jennifer. It floated me over the rainbow and sprinkled pixie dust on my hair! Thanks! ~ The Cat who eats No Rat
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Date: 2/1/2021 6:47:00 AM
So glad you enjoyed - love the pixie dust and the rainbow mentioned. The words were just trying to show off, eventually however the cat did not have to eat the rat as they floated into space and their two lines let them off the hook! Thanks for an awesome comment my friend. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer
Date: 1/31/2021 6:21:00 PM
Oh yes, a wonderful story indeed, one most of us can relate to :)
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Date: 2/2/2021 10:56:00 AM
Yup I know Akkina. and it is such a helpless feeling as we call for our muse and she plays deaf! Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.
Date: 1/31/2021 4:07:00 AM
Love this. It's a true inspiration that inspires my own muse. Love it. God bless you always with love and prayers, Gina
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Date: 2/2/2021 11:00:00 AM
Hi Gina, you would think that with words that can talk and a muse, I'm in the pound seats, but when I get a block they are nowhere to be found. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.
Date: 1/30/2021 4:41:00 PM
This is a fun one! Hugs Rick
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Date: 2/2/2021 11:37:00 AM
Thanks Rick, I so appreciate and enjoy your support, love your poetry and that political write blew me away Kudo's my friend. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.
Date: 1/30/2021 4:25:00 PM
A wonderful story, Jennifer. I can relate to some of this :)
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Date: 2/3/2021 9:55:00 AM
Thank-you Angela, I enjoy you poems, very unique, I love different , and thank-you also for your lovely comments and your kind support. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.
Date: 1/30/2021 3:04:00 PM
Really cute Jennifer. Made me smile. When I try to write it's often after I'm in bed and the words come to me. If I don't write it down right then I lose it. Loved it. God Bless, JB
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Date: 2/3/2021 7:31:00 AM
I know I think most of us are the same, we have so much on our minds that it is like a filing cabinet and we sometimes misfile. Glad you enjoyed my poem though. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.
Date: 1/30/2021 2:14:00 PM
- Would like to have a cat that ate mice ... the forest is close ... and the mice are dancing on my stairs ... even though they are very small and cute ... they are not welcome in my house ... let your thoughts keep flying, my friend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 2/3/2021 10:05:00 AM
Oh dear. I do agree with you. One night when we were on holiday, after the snake incident, which i have written a poem on, I heard a rustling in the paper bag which had a new pair of shoes in. We were at the Park and thinking it was a snake again, I woke up Elias and he go up sleepily with his slipper,had a big bash at the packet and killed a cute little baby mouse - I couldn't forgive myself, Elias flushed it down the toilet, but I couldn't sleep all night. baby mice are cute but the become big mice, and I wouldn't like them on my stairs either. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.
Date: 1/30/2021 11:04:00 AM
Nothing beats being relaxed and letting your mind wander, an enjoyable story Jennifer. Hope you're well and having a good weekend. Tom
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Date: 2/3/2021 10:19:00 AM
Hi Tom - yes my mind wanders whenever I have an idea, and then I just write, leave it to settle like dough proofing ready to be baked in the oven, then the next day I take it on again and add or take away what is necessary . Us poets each have a unique way I guess. You are a wonderful friend Tom, thank-you for always been there when I need advice. Hugs and blessings.

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