Soaring through the sky of early fall
Abolishing mosquitos, eating for all
Your siren song echoes in the night.
Hungry little teeth white and bright
Webbed wings flank the higher you soar.
Dark vessels visible through the black uproar
You’ve joined all your friends in your endless hunt
Soft chitters of excitement flow through your bunch
For bats eat the stealers, back to the blood
Warm and well, swarming like floods
a dog went walking, with his master
a cat came running, next meowing, laughter
a squirrel in the tree, ran down to see
chirping, chipping, barking at the cat and dog
all these little chitters what it be, what they do they see?
the canine and feline both thought it odd
that a hawk flew down picked up the squirrel
and the jump unto the tree
the dog sat down looked all around and barked
wondering what's wrong with them, what it be
so much drama in an instant coincidencely
Cat came running after dog meowing, laughing
Squirrel came down from the tree to see, what mischief he to could reel
Alas a hawk came down swooping round picks the squirrel up
The dog, yet still yapping screams of bark, bark, bark, bark
LoL-laugh out loud
CrITTERS RUN AMUCK
2/20/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
FELICA MEOWS The Crazy Cat Lady
There once was a crazy lady named Felicia Meows;
A crazy middle aged lady with no eye-brows;
She plucked them off, and fed them to her cats;
Man!, somethings wrong with that;
Her felines also ate burnt spaghetti and spinach and live mice;
I know, I know, you think that ain't RIGHT;
And purr-fered sour milk;
Now I don't think that's to cruel;
She too would meow make balls of silk!;
Yeah! and them cats be licking her drool;
Pour her a glass of kitty-litter:
Man, she sure must love them chitters;
She kept them all locked up in the kitchen under all the pillows;
The crazy cat lady FELICA MEOWS
1/10/18
FOR CONTEST: CRAZY CAT LADY Rhyme
SPONCERED BY; LINE GAUTHIER
Sleeping In Nana’s
day concludes in glory
beyond the forest wall
suspended on a whippoorwill’s song
a muffled out board glides the narrows
past Hick’s farm
humming its sated fisher home
somewhere a screen door slams
crack, into the gather of night
sharp contrast to settled sounds of dusk
while cow bells soft metallic clang
echoes the way home
for lowing milky cattle, through the wood
fire in the next room hisses greedily
welcome to another meal of logs
a briar pipe taps staccato on the granite hearth
now click lit to quiet drawing sound
the old daybed creaks from seated weight
a coffee cup thunks down upon the arm
nightly news rustles into place
outside again, the bullfrogs
begin their baritone calls
a hungry raccoon chitters on the shore
then loons begin their plaintive calls
to distant cold faced stars
as wind brings a hushing of the night
each sound gathers to me
a cottage lullaby
rest safe and warm
drifting off to sleep
in Nana’s bed.