An ebon sky, darkness to light
Diamond stars, mosaic night
Bright lunar sphere of brilliant white
Floodlights a scene of will and might.
The Fiddler’s Cat, sips warm Bordeaux
Fiddle to chin, strong paw to bow
Rosin to bow on amber ice
Wide upward swing, long downward slice.
A rotund dish, the restless spoon
Race through the night below the moon.
Ah, Fiddler’s cat empties Bordeaux
Strikes violin strings, with Dante’s bow
He plays of sorrow, he plays for chance
As spirits soar, he plays to dance.
He plays of peace, he plays for hope
To love and trust, he plays the most.
Fading ebon screen, pale ginger sky
An exhausted shrug, a weary sigh.
A new ordinance decreed by spoon and dish
Keep catnip away when serving fish.
Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2012
If there should be a pot hole as deep as Satan’s pit
appearing as I’m driving, I’d run right over it!
My husband’s luck is worse than mine, but we’re a package deal.
So every bad thing that befalls him, I can also feel!
One day I lost my best cat ever; needing a new pet,
I looked and looked to find a cat, the best that I could get.
One person getting desperate with no new owner found
was feeling sad he’d have to take his poor cat to the pound.
His cat , though not a lap cat, was pretty, sleek and black.
The guy was leaving town; there’d be no way to give her back!
I like to look to numbers for the logic that they show.
Two negatives makes positive; that’s one true fact I know!
So if a person has bad luck, it stands to reason that
perhaps his bad luck could reverse by having a black cat!!
I got that cat! She loudly purrs, which I find comforting
It’s like my mom is right nearby with lullabies to sing.
The cat’s my charm when in my arms; my luck has turned around,
for she’s become the second best of cats I ever found!
So if with many problems you’re always getting stuck,
just get yourself a big black cat to cancel out bad luck!
For the Create an Idiom Contest of Jesse Day
(For those who don't know about this contest, the title is an idiom I made up for this poem)
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
Was it real or in a dream
Wizards and kings, chocolate ice cream
Dinosaurs roamed from early morn
Flying zebras and a unicorn
Dancing in the sky from star to star
Travel the universe in a flying car
Make believe ship manned by pirates and thieves
And a tree that was covered with spearmint leaves
No one cared about silver or gold
We were children again who would never grow old
There was a horse in the field talking to a mule
My cat said horses can't talk, don't be a fool
I told my cat that the prince once was a frog
A firefly whispered your cat once was a dog
The earth began rumbling but I took it in stride
I just jumped on my rug for a magic carpet ride
I stopped on a mountain when I reached the peak
A polar bear asked me whom do you seek
I reached for the bear and he began to smoke
Then a penguin stopped by and told me a joke
I flew back to earth when I heard a bell toll
As fate would have it, I ran into a troll
He huffed and he puffed and smiled and said
Come have a conversation with my talking head
The head was a monster but I wasn't afraid
He said I'm getting a body as soon as I get paid
Then I walked down a road that was red and yellow
I noticed the shrubs were made of strawberry jello
Suddenly a space ship landed from out of the sky
In a field that was filled with banana cream pie
This may be hard to believe but i swear that it's true
As sure as my skin is green and my hair is blue.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2011
From Life of Cat
From life of a cat what can we learn?
Never have seen one wearing a sunburn
Our cat we do have that does exist
Seems to think he is a ventriloquist.
Took meow test and great grade he made;
To write poems even tried to persuade
Sweet and low chariot was met by a meow
And what I am about to learn no one knew.
In our house, cat has a humble place to live
Sufficient food and water to him, we will give
But when he wants to eat by himself alone
He likes ice cream served on a crunchy cone.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
So where is the cat poem contest at?
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
oh lovely bed, dishevelled bed,
warm and cosy snuggle bed
too nice to get out of bed
too big for one it should be shared
crisp clean sheets, to curl the toes bed,
pack of pillows for my head.
duvet to wrap around me, bed
wish you served meals, need to be fed.
coffee and toast make it a special bed
crumbs to lie on, isn’t good it’s said
best you throw me out, get a shower,
oh bed, can I sneak back in an hour,
my bed I love you.
Penned 11th April 2013
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2013
Joyous Day At The Train Station
A most absurd thing happened while I made my way
to meet my morning train one sunny, summer day.
While walking on the path I saw the engineer
I see most every day when traveling, but near
him was a box of sorts all covered with a sheet.
He quickly called to me and said, "please come to meet
this stray, a golden-orange tabby cat I caught
along the tracks. A little irritable and fraught
but genial, and he emits the sweetest mews.
His fur is smooth and excellent; bright eyes diffuse
green glows of iris; he's a beauty with no home."
I bent and peered inside, he looked so all alone,
but kindly met my eyes with such a generous
meow and then moved over close to where I was.
Not minding one iota when I picked him up,
he fit so sweetly in my arms which I did cup
and did appreciate my holding him so near.
He tucked his head beneath my chin, and it was clear
in order to make him my own, there was a kink...
a costly act...skip work today. Then, in a wink,
I called my boss, and 'knock on wood', he said okay.
An unplanned meeting with my new-found pet this day
gave me a special joy, and with a hug sincere,
"an admirable kindness," said the engineer.
Sandra M. Haight
Premiere Contest: Make A Poem
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Couplet Form using Iambic Hexameter: 12 syllables and 6 feet per line
21 Required Words to Include in Poem:
Absurd, appreciate, admirable, cat, caught, costly, emits,
engineer, excellent golden, generous, genial, iris, iota,
irritable, kindly, knock, kink, orange, over, order
My poem took about 3 hours to
compose between two writing sessions:
evening of July 2 and morning of July 3.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
Oh my goodness! Did you see that???
A mousey riding on the back of a cat
Guess these guys have kissed and made up
Heard mousey yell “Hey! Giddy-up!”
Great to see them getting along so well
Mousey's relieved, as you probably can tell
Wearing a big grin from ear to ear
And Felix is enjoying it too, it appears
Remember this lesson from one time rivals
Really don't need conflict for survival
It's a whole lot better to laugh and have fun
Than face extinction at the point of a gun
So what did you learn from this little tale?
Enjoy yourself and drink lots of ale
You'll see little mousies and cats at play
Instead of killings on TV every day!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012
Here kitty, kitty. Come out and play
I have a new bow for you today
You tore the blue one out so quick
With angry paw…you seemed quite ticked!
I want to dress you and show you off
So all the other bows I now have tossed
No purple or green to match your eyes
Or orange, nor pink that you despise
Polk-a-dots were just not right for you
You tore them to shreds a time or two
No stripes or plaids are in my hand
For these I know you could not stand
The white one was lost in your white fur
When it came out you purred and purred
Here kitty, kitty, now don’t you tease
I’ve a red one here that’s sure to please
Written for “Hello Kitty (World)” members contest.
Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2013
My Misty arrived as a cute bundle of fur
With electric blue eyes and a very loud purr
She was a birthday present especially for me
We’d snuggle up together; she’d sit on my knee
Misty’s favourite toy was a clockwork mouse
She’d chase this fluffy toy all over the house
Kit e cat chunks was her preferred choice of food
She’d gobble it up; with her white teeth she chewed
On her feet she had black pads and razor sharp claws
She was always so careful where she placed her paws!
Misty’s silver grey fur was so soft and so warm
A great protection for her when out in a storm
Over time Misty grew she’d venture out the front door
She’d chase after wild birds – pussycats birds abhor!
I recall the day Misty left a dead mouse by the door
Just a head and entrails (I’d never seen these before)
Misty just loves playing and having such fun
She adores being outdoors in the heat of the sun
Fiction write For the love of kittens Contest
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri-Carroll
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017
It was way after eight, at the Cat in the Hat.
The whole plaice was swimming, quoth the mackrel to sprat.
Though the milk was upset, she still stifled her cry,
So sorry i spilt you, mumbled poor humble pie.
My joints are the bees knees, squealed the honey roast ham,
And the apple agreed, she was better than spam.
Then red herring denied, he had something to hide,
Like a small Bombay duck, is a fish that is dried.
While tasty choux pastry, bared her soul to an eel,
The mock turtle announced, i believe i am veal.
And the ice cube was crushed, as she played fast and loose,
For an orange refused, to be part of fruit juice.
As warm rhubarb crumble, melts in custards embrace,
The sour gooseberry tart, wails she's taking my place
Then a voice in my head, spoke it's all fantasy.
Your table awaits you, said the waitress to me.
I glanced at the menu, it was all a la carte.
I said,bring me everything, but let's start with that tart.
Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2017
Oh, finely feathered fellow
with plumage of green and yellow,
your Houdini-esque abilities
and astounding circus-like agilities
make my flabby jowls drop with surprise
at how easily your hooked beak can prise
any dwarf-sized opening in your cage,
to open so easily, under your gauge.
Your stuffed, fat, feathered body can
fit through anything. Yes, I'm a fan.
Your squeaky, squawky, shrill talking
lets me know my efforts you're mocking
as I try to burglar proof your cage
as you shriek at me in indignant rage.
You really should hope that I succeed
because if I don't, the cat you'll feed.
~~~ for Suzanne's Synathroesmic Cat contest ~~~
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013
Two years ago she came here to live.
I wanted a pet, I had love to give.
But this one was different from those before.
She needed patience ... a lot ... and more.
She'd been abused, she trusted no one.
A loud noise or quick movement and off she'd run.
It seemed like forever before I heard her purr,
before I could enter a room without making her stir.
She did not play, she did not trust.
So my goal to win her over, it was a must.
It's been a long haul and I'm happy to say
my fat little feline now loves to play.
She greets me affectionately all the time now
and once in awhile she will even meow.
Honey is home, it took a while 'til she knew
that she was now safe and she was loved too.
She's one contented kitty who can now live out her life
without fear of abuse or neglect or strife.
She's totally different now, as anyone can see
but did I rescue her ... or did she rescue me
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2014
Midgeted paws gently experiment
with the silken whiskers of their maternal dynamo
Dabbling with the conscious but succumbing
softly to the confetti of uninhibited dreams
Rejoicing in a triangle of togetherness
Basking in the periwinkles of space and time
Under a backdrop of light and optimism
Enjoying the nuances of peace and temperance
Their unified thoughts epitomize one harmony
Each sending a message, don't ever leave me.
Copyright © karl marszalowicz | Year Posted 2013
Oh Tommy cat, precious little guy,
You knew we came to say good-bye.
Our hands reached out to stroke your fur.
We all knew what would soon occur,
That you would have a lasting sleep,
And in our hearts your love we'd keep.
For fourteen years you were at home,
Brought joy and love where you did roam,
Waiting to greet us at the door
As soon as our feet touched the floor.
Oh yes, how we felt your sweet love,
And soon you'll watch us from above.
They laid you in my arms until
That shot relieved you of your will.
Still, in in my arms, you lay asleep,
Kitty heaven where angels keep.
I asked my aunt who loved cats so
To come to greet you when you go.
She heard me, this is how I know.
Overhead was a huge rainbow. . !
February 23, 2016
Furry Friend Contest
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Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013
The little black cat with eyes of olive green,
Her fur like a shadow with a sunshine sheen,
A flutter of his orange wings carries that monarch in the breeze,
As he mimics an autumn leaf floating around with great ease,
He feels right at home in a cloudless sky of baby blue,
The endless joys the two share together can never subdue,
Gladly that butterfly comes every afternoon just to say hello,
As she becomes lost amongst the lavender and daffodil yellow,
Her pink nose gently sniffing the bud of the white rose,
As our curiosity and need to explore in nature only grows,
Blooms are nevermore gorgeous as in the warm month of May,
All the troubles in our worlds are now distant memories today,
We have have been friends forever, and I'm really not sure why,
I'm just happy to have the sunshine and that little butterfly,
All of a sudden the orange monarch lands down on her paw,
And her bright green eyes open and widen with pure awe,
The butterfly teases her, he knows how to enchant,
She jumps up and tries to fly like him, but she can't,
As the monarch chases the sunset with the fading day,
The little black cat cries and wishes for him to stay.
For my friend Gregory Curry, aka Nature Boy... Your poetry and your presence are missed here already... Hope you come back soon :)
Also inspired by Eve's recent contest, not an entry.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2016
Kitty, kitty in my chair,
Sitting there so debonair.
Black cat with shiny eyes,
To cross your path could be unwise.
Playful feline pounces fast,
Jump on people walking past.
Tabby teases a little mouse,
Tauntingly throughout the house.
Oh! Of cats what can I say?
They prowl at night and sleep all day.
Contest; Cat Poems ~~
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Copyright © Virginia Mitchell | Year Posted 2010
She is not a small cat.
In fact she is quite, quite fat.
There is a black box on the floor.
She pokes it, sniffs it, eyes it and more.
I think she thinks she will fit
but I shoo her off in a snit.
The box holds pens and small stuff.
Not meant for this bag of fluff.
I just know that when I rise
a cat will be in there 'fore my eyes.
Big of butt and small of mind,
if she thinks she fits she must be blind.
She is a dear but not too bright
to try to squeeze in a space so tight.
No, she is not a small cat.
She is, oh she is, quite, quite fat.
single syllable poem
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013
You entered my life when yours seemed grim,
affected lonesome heart on a chancy whim.
Weak and sick, you fought to justly live,
knowing indeed, you had loads of loyalty to give.
Wiry - thick- gray mane crowned your debonair grace,
accenting strength and slenderness to your youthful face.
Fourteen years you honored our humble abode,
strutting whole backyard, showing off what you owned.
Age griped your lean physique, riddled your body and soul,
deep down inside, I knew it was your moment to go.
One night you slipped away in the moon-less dark,
took my love - my first feline - but left your mark.
My sweet Simon - my Sam Bo, appeared by either name,
when you adorned my home, my life has not been the same…
Copyright © 2016 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Second Place Winner ~ "I Love My Pets” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Feb. 18, 2016
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2016
Mr. Kitty Cat come this way.
Might I beg you please to stay?
So all-fired handsome, fit and strong.
And you've been faithful all along.
Those eyes so green and silky coat.
How you sing out and emote!
Prowling through the dead of night.
Bringing me gifts at morning's light.
You're such a vision to behold.
Always passionate-never cold.
Appreciative of the things I do-
this trait of yours is something new.
I've never had a love so deep.
Hoping you are mine to keep.
But wait-I've had an awful thought.
You've set a trap and now I'm caught.
This love will never come to fruition.
For in the past I had a mission.
Had you neutered to my regret.
When you could have been my best love yet!
Written July 21st, 2014
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2014
A gift from a stranger, his name is Reefer;
we know right away that he's a keeper.
We re-name him Rugby so as not to confuse;
his condition suggests that he's been abused.
Anticipating a squabble, we bring in the cat;
he sprawls and yawns, refused to combat.
He never barks, he doesn't bite or growl;
until the cat decides to eat from his bowl.
Rugby walks behind her, emits one deep Woof;
Tricia jumps straight up, leaves with no reproof.
They co-exist peacefully, eat with never a tiff;
they need no policing, if you catch my drift.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
Cindy the tricolored cat 'pon my soft lap sat
Just a gentle touch turns her purr on and sharp claws dig fast
A ferocious distant barking heard as it comes near
Cindy the tricolored cat sharp claws dig in scaring fear
Cindy cools her furry body by lying down
'Pon damp leaves cool from the moist earth ears perked listens for sounds
Constant, careful, considering every small move
The hunter feels hunted but always ready to improve
Sponsor: Suzanne Delaney
Contest: The Synathroesmic Cat Contest'
A form of polter's measure rhyming couples with 12/14 syllable count
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
A Perfect Pair
Could a cat who has claws?
Ever become a Santa Claus;
Give out gifts like their play things;
Colorful bracelets with a bell that rings.
How about a Ho Ho Santa Claus hat;
Once was tall and is now flat
With a wide belt around the middle
And appears to be fit as a fiddle.
It always seems like and somehow
He will let out a loud meow;
He is sometimes proper and prim
And will find another just like him.
Both together make a perfect pair
And at each other just sit and stare;
When sundown does start to creep
You will see them fall fast asleep.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2013
BUBBLES THE FISH . . .
Life is hell - when you live in a house with Ginger - the new cat . . .
That sits all day watching you - wanting to eat you and all that . . .
Bubbles the fish - decided a day in the town wouldn’t go a miss . . .
With a water pack - strapped to his back - he didn’t miss a trick . . .
Bubbles waited till he heard Ginger the cat had started to snore . . .
Then sailed quite brazen passed Ginger the cat on the vinyl floor . . .
Bubbles who was rather quite clever that’s because he had brains . . .
Hopped on one of the bairn’s left out battery operated toy trains . . .
The crafty beggar - who was like no other - had in his pocket a list . . .
3 bottles of vodka - 2 inch pizza and a whole load of cheesy crisps . . .
He got what he wanted - then it was back home again on his train . . .
He got to the door and then whipped passed Ginger the cat again . . .
Back in his tank - Bubbles sat down then got stuck in to eat lunch . . .
Opening the bottles of vodka - so the whole tank became a punch . . .
Ginger the cat woke up - to a sight that to him more than amazed . . .
Bubbles skipping loops - pizza in fin and eyes that were all aglazed . . .
Ginger the cat thought he had lost his nuts and signed in as insane . . .
Bubbles relaxed - his home was his castle - for him he still will reign . . .
The moral of this story is never underestimated the brains of a fish . . .
Who had no intentions of been a meal - on that Ginger the cat dish . . . ; )
Indiana Shaw . . . : )
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2016
The day after Thanksgiving I didn't have to work
So, I decided to do something which was kind of a quirk.
I thought I would do some early shopping
For those Christmas gifts that would be eye popping.
As I started my car to begin my store raid
Something went amiss to stop my escapade.
I opened the hood to find the problem there
When I saw it, it really gave me a scare.
Our neighbor's black cat had crawled onto the engine block
Feeling the warmth, but not taking stock.
When I turned the key to give it a start
The cat shrieked as its tail was nearly cut apart.
Oh, it wasn't intentional that I hurt that poor pet
But you've never seen anything like it I'll bet.
When I heard the noise and the hissing you see,
I thought one of the hoses had broken...leaking fluently.
But it was the cat that was hissing when I raised the hood
All he could think of was to jump for where I stood.
With claws all out and teeth set to bite
Him coming at me was quite the site.
Fortunately he missed me with his outstretched paws,
Or I would have been really attached to those razor like claws.
When he hit the ground he ran away
Scared the crap out of me...that's all I'll say.
So I had to collect myself before I could go anywhere
Went back to the house and just stood shaking there.
Of course, I had to have a pop or two
To settle my nerves before I started anew.
Before I knew it, I was asleep in a chair
I never attempted to go anywhere.
All because a black cat wanted to keep warm
In the end, I was thankful I did so little harm.
"Black Friday" would have cost me a heck of a lot more
Had it not been for that cat's dozing for sure.
So, now whenever I go to the store
I buy some cat food, for that kitty next door.
He still remembers my opening that hood
I still remember him trying to claw me where I stood.
But we've come to an understanding that cat and me
And I tap the car before starting it to let him see.
As it is now...he stays out of my way,
Except when I feed him, for all the money he saved me on "Black Friday".
Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010
I sat by the fire one dark, stormy night
reading a book which filled me with fright-
My dog was snoozing on the rug by the door,
the cat was meowing and pacing the floor-
The lightning it dazzled as the thunder did crack,
a sudden chill wind had crawled up my back;
I sat up with a start, spilling my cup
which splashed on the dog, waking him up!
He started to barking and chasing the cat,
who jumped on the curtain and tore it in fact-
Now I yelled at them both as I reached for the broom,
bringing silence once more while sweeping the room-
The clock had struck twelve when a knocking I hear,
getting louder and louder as I slowly crept near;
Throwing the latch I peeked out with much care,
greatly surprised, seeing no one out there-
I was very relieved while resuming my book
when a scratch at my window urged me to look-
I peered ever so close at that sinister face,
all green and ferocious, an ogre from space-
The dog stood there laughing and trimming my hair,
and the cat was a'whistling while dancing in air;
I then closed my eyes and started chanting, I think
when a monkey appeared, all portly and pink-
I cried in despair and leapt from my seat,
while a rooster was crowing and pecking my feet;
I readied myself to fly like a rocket,
when a mouse started singing and jumped in my pocket-
I won't tell you no more, I just don't recall
except for a frog, who was fifteen feet tall-
Twas only a dream and I awoke in my bed,
my dog snoring beside me, my cat lickin' my head-
The sights I have seen are no cause for alarm,
I've spent many a year on this haunted old farm!
Copyright © bill frew | Year Posted 2010
I woke up on Monday morning and I was in a terrible mess
My cat was caught behind the boiler and in deep distress
She was mewing loudly in an absurd and irritable way
I should call an engineer, but I have no money to pay
Thinking on my feet I came up with an excellent plan
Dan is my next door neighbour and an admirable man
He’s got a gorgeous golden tan, he’s a guy I could fall for
Plucking up courage I went to knock on his front door
I explained my predicament and he kindly said that he’d drop by
Maybe he likes me as I’m sure I saw the iris dilate in his eye
I said I would appreciate his help if he could come over
Hopefully he could rescue my little cat, her name is Clover
Dan arrived quickly and grabbed poor Clover by the tail
Her tail has kink in it, and she emits a dreadful wail!
Dan wouldn’t take an iota of cash to free Clover from her ordeal
But he was really genial when I offered to cook him a nice meal
His generous help with Clover had saved me from a costly bill
Just to be in Dan’s company would give me such a thrill
Dan was so thoughtful and gave me some lovely orange flowers
The time passed by so quickly we talked for many hours
In fact if truth be told Dan never left my house that night
I had to order Clover to make herself scarce until daylight!
Words to include are:- Absurd, appreciate, admirable, cat, caught, costly
emits, engineer, excellent,golden, generous, genial
iris, iota, irritable,kindly, knock, kink,orange, over, order
Time taken to write poem 1 hour 12 minutes
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Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
How do you give a cat a bath?
Maybe you can do the math.
All I know is she stinks to heaven,
And of us right here there are only seven.
How many humans to bathe a cat?
Definitely more than where we're at!
Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015
When you have a secret, it should never be told,
Cause you made a promise that you must uphold;
Promising never to utter a word,
Not one single syllable to ever be heard;
And telling that secret is like breaking a tie,
It is even worse than telling a lie;
Once you let the cat out of the bag, you can’t win,
Cause letting it out is easier than putting it back in!
~For Constance's Cat Woman Contest~
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2010
Cat and Mouse: hide and seek
This could take an hour or week
No one wants to seem too bold
So we put our love on hold
A peek here and a peek there
Wondering if we really dare
Wondering what the seconds bring
Wondering if the phone will ring
Wondering, wondering: peek a boo
You’re hiding…. but I SEE you
I see past that great big wall
Your heart’s ready for the fall
I know that you caught the bait
But I sit and wait and wait
I’m patient, got time of day
But oh, what if you get away!
Cat and mouse: hide and seek
Oh, my knees are getting weak
Oh, this heart’s sure to explode
The waiting’s gone to overload
One more second's just too much
No time for cat games and such
Hide and seek…is getting old
Here I am! My love is bold!
Ready? You'll be caught real tight!
Cause boy, your just out of sight!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013