Cat Farm Poems

If we start we may not end
but, here it goes for a special friend.
In no particular order or rank,
too many people to mention and thank.

So...

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Wet foggy morning,
a shy daylight wakes me up with the birds music.
The cats heard my voice, they call me to have their breakfast. 
Before my...

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The cry of the cockerel before dawn,
The overalls she wears are all torn.

The weight of the hay bale,
The sound of the crow’s wail.

The sight of...

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Barn yard has gone wild, farmer is pulling his hair.
Chickens are driving the tractor, pigs simply don’t care.
Dungaree dressed farm wife is running away today.
Sheep...

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He sat before a twisted wooden cross
whispering to an empty wind:

“It’s gone.” Dad
“the dream”
“it’s gone.”
“The earth is tired”
“tired as you used to get”
“and the sun”….
“even...

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Living Together

The small mouse crossed the floor, 
fleet of foot, and fearful for her life. 
She did not want to wake, 
the farmer, 
or his...

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Chickens clucking, pecking paths in the dust
Cow bawling for the calf who loves her bust
Turkeys gobbling, heads nodding 
Cats purring, dogs applauding
Farmers heeding, flapping hands...

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I lived on a rolling green farm, and I had a love of astronomy;
And peered at skies of sleepless nighttime, so vast and starry.

It had...

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A morning moment

The owner of a black cat
Sits on a chair by the open door, on the shady side of the road
Reading yesterday’s paper.
The moggy...

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(An Addingham Poem)

Clashes of old tainted galvanised buckets
against the stone flags daily ring out across the manor farm yard,
profanity given proficiently if the swine catches...

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I wake up at five each morning, I hear cock a doodle doo
my stomach’s gurgling but I won’t eat until I'm through;
as the horses need...

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Grandma, The Farm And The Silent Young Cat

Before soft golden rays the roses slept
Night, its slumbers had not yet bid adieu
From its barn perch the...

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A Feline Fable

Old grandmother cow I think her name was Bessy.
Would often scold the kitty cats for leaving everything so messy.
She’d make sure they drank...

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A wispy dream; a velveteen morning;

calming and serene; snow slowly drifting. 

Storms now brewing over the Northern sky

blustery winter's breath I now descry!

Heavy coat and...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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