A pretty sunny day can start off with white fluffy clouds,
the bright blue sky becomes the big backdrop.
I love to sit and watch the white fluffy clouds,
as they dance across the bright blue sky.
Many times as I watch,
I see zoo animals walking by.
Then the thunder sounds off,
like a canon across the sky.
The day is going from pretty to dark,
is rain about to come in for a visit?
As the peaceful wind starts to pick up,
the birds fly to hide.
It has been hot and dry here,
everything needs a bath and a cool drink.
The flowers and trees welcome the rain,
as the pitter patter starts.
Come down slow they seem to say,
make the rain last for awhile.
Joy to early wakes of feeding cries
Love to fur balls on my clothes
To touch the softest fur of ginger clumps
Reminders of your chatty notes
My little ginger cat
My murderous ball of fluff
You make it easy to forget all the other stuff
If I were an animal, I would be a cat
A fat, fluffy white Persian kitty cat brat
I would sleep and lounge most of the day
And then at night make noise in every way
I would claw scratch the sofa, chairs and wall
Until caps are glued on to cover them all
I would like them in rainbow bright colors
As I am a glamour kitty and prettier than others
I would meow and rub along my owner’s legs
And not stop until treats are given after I beg
I will gladly then give a love bite on your arm
As it’s just a kiss from me, and will not harm
I would jump on the table and watch for birds
And loudly chatter about until we have words
I would then let you pet and rub my belly and ears
And hope to purr with enjoyment for many years
I would finally decide to sleep, curled in your lap
Until I decide to give your face a little paw tap
I would expect my food dish to be filled on the floor
Then would know, I'm loved and the cat you adore
Notorious Ned, a fluffy Santa bird was in a mood
not jovial or joyful, more depressed, dour and crude
He had gotten up on the wrong side of the nest
his science teacher gave him a surprise test
his day was going downhill, he wanted a nap
he had a solo at school and not a single bird clapped
but they can’t clap, they have feathers, his mother said
He was irritated with her too, in a bad mood this Ned.
A little cat begins to purr.
She has the softest orange
fur.
I love to sit and play with her.
“Alive on the page
Necessary in the mouth”
What dare you say
This poem is about
Righting all wrongs
A civil rights poem
Writing a song
For a sing along
Is it the speed
Of the best light
Speaking to me
The rest of the night
Cadence of brilliance
Dipped in blue ink
Raspberry resilience
Grasping literacy dream
Fluffy lambs midst bleats and bounces greet fresh grass toward vibrant blest* day.
*Psalm 34:8 O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.
March 7, 2026
1st place, "Spring Gem Monoku" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul; judged on 3/19/2026
"Pretty clouds filled with water, then it rains down." By Poet
My pretty pink rose garden is wilting,
they need a drink and a bath.
Fluffy gray clouds let it rain down,
sweet rose scent fills the air.
As the rain drifts off,
puddles stay behind.
Now birds can drink and take a bath.
When the weatherman warned
of 50% rain in the offing he neglected to state
and neither advised nor informed
what the other half would advocate
perhaps hail sleet smog snow
or fleecy fluffy clouds
floating overhead instead
and if so I wonder where they go
wind-blown oh so far away
I guess we'll never ever know
meanwhile we'll have to wait
to see what his non-prediction
weather-wise will precipitate
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The snowy slopes called, Come out and play!
The chipmunks strapped into their tiny sleds~
Yip-yip-yip! through the powder they flew,
acorn goggles on striped daredevil faces.
Squeakers lead the way leaving fresh tracks in the snow.
Chippy followed, attempting a flip.
But face-planted straight
into a gentle puff of snow.
The squirrels jeered from their oak trees,
You call that a jump? More like tragic!
Till Squeakers nailed a backflip so grand.
The crows gasped, That’s rad, that’s magic!
The dusk settled-the slopes bathed in crimson gold.
The chipmunks share tales by a hot cocoa den.
Tomorrow? More chaos—more speed, more air~
‘cause winter was made for the small and the brave.
what do they call her? I wondered as she strutted around
showing off her curly tail, teasing every cat and hound.
Wearing a fancy hat, and a jazzy scarf with plaid too.
I call her high society pig, said my cousin Little Lou.
White cotton clouds,
Drifting, softly by,
Sailing above the trees,
Way up in the sky.
The sun slowly fades away,
As the day changes, from morning till night,
The clouds start to disappear,
Only briefly, they stay.
Clouds are moments of magic,
And dreams they send our way!!
Harry is dying, being moved quickly to purgatory.
this I have to admit is a never-ending familiar story
he is not ready to go to heaven or hell
what he has done, only the angels can tell
the powers that are from the P Star which now doth appear
sends in Fluffy fuzzy faerie, who always leads recruits here
She wears a pretty costume and shows them how to fly
After waking him up, she brings Harry up to the sky.
Why are all the fluffy clouds high up in the sky?
I know I’ll never own one however hard I try.
They could surely be my pillow, upon which to rest my head
Maybe I’d have two of them, to lay upon my bed.
Oh why can’t I just reach up and grab one for myself?
Why are they not in the shops, stacked upon the shelf?
I pray that when I sleep the angels might descend
Delivering some clouds for me and my best friend.
I look up to the heavens in the hope that I might see
A fluffy little cloud, just big enough for me,
I kneel beside my bed and close my eyes real tight
Wishing very hard that a cloud floats in tonight.
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