While relaxing in a city park,
A conversation could be heard
Between a cat and a squirrel.
It was on a sonny summer day,
Around mid-afternoon,
Late in the month of May.
A cat was sitting under a fruitless
Mulberry tree, looking left, lost, and lonely.
And a squirrel was sitting relaxed in the tree,
Looking fearless, free, and friendly.
The squirrel said to the cat,
"Good afternoon my friend.
How are you on this sonny day?"
The cat wasn't so friendly when
He replied, "Can't you see that I'm
Abandoned, lost, and all alone"?
The squirrel said, "my sight isn't
That great, but I will say this."
"Say what?", said the cat.
Then said the squirrel in the
Friendliest of tone,
"There is a solution to the most
Challenging problems. There is a
Resolution to the gravest prognosis.
Time and consequence Will bring
Resolve and solve our faintest cries".
The cat said thank you to the squirrel,
And they parted company.
Our poet, Alison Smith, in a comment, pointed out to me that dolphins have a shortage of pockets, and that is why I'm holding her personally responsible for this poem (in the friendliest of all possible ways).
Why do I lay awake at night
thinking thoughts I don't invite.
I wish to cast aside debates,
that my troubled mind so hates.
Who cares where he keeps his change,
upon a transaction or exchange?
But the thought persists. I cannot block it.
A dolphin has no pocket.
Yogi is a Newfoundland Dog
A big black cuddly chap
He’s rather large, 150 pounds or so
His size means he cannot sit upon your lap
With a majestic head and four webbed feet
A gentle giant of a friend
Very loving and gracious
Really true to the very end
His temperament is gentle
But he likes to play a while
But although he is so big and strong
He will make you beam a smile
Affectionate to all around him
As a watchdog he’s pretty smart
One you have set your eyes on him
You will never want to be apart
He can live to almost fifteen years
His life is full of fun
He’ll take you for many long walks
He will certainly make you run
Standing very close to two-foot-six
He is certainly a magnificent sight
His bark is rather loud and deep
And gives unwelcome visitors a fright
A docile gentle type is he
The friendliest and good natured type of dog
When he bounds around the room
The whole area he seems to hog
He likes to swim down at the sea
He’s a lifesaver to boot
When he’s saving those out for a swim
It really is a hoot
It’s his natural instinct
Protective to the end
He really is a champion
The lovingest kind of friend.
Inspired by daisies - the friendliest flowers.
Smiling happily and free
By Michelle Morris
18/04/2026
I saw the lovely daisies
Bobbing their heads in the breeze
Saying yes to all the joy outdoors
Smiling happily and free
Dancing close together
Dancing joyously
Dancing just because
Dancing wild for me
Friendly flowers for all who pass
Yellow faces in the sun
Friendly flowers every single day
White petals for loving one
He loves me
He loves me more
She loves me
I am adored
He loves me
She loves me too
Remember daisies
Love me and you
Dancing close together
Dancing joyously
Dancing just because
Dancing wild for me
Lovely, lovely daisies
To uplift all who are sad or blue
Lovely, lovely daisies
Inspired by Nature's moods
Yes, I saw the lovely daisies
Bobbing their heads in the breeze
Saying yes to all the joy outdoors
Smiling happily and free
© Michelle Morris, 2026
space cat zoomed in on two wheels, about to run out of steam.
Most of us missed her, others thought she was but a dream.
Space cat zoomed around the neighborhood until it got light.
Then she hid her space ship in the pine grove, way out of sight
She had but one mission, to see how cats are treated here.
She asked a few, but some were stuck up, showed her their rear.
The friendliest ones seemed to be held captive behind cold glass.
She pushed off at dark, heading back to Cosmos Planet McMass.
I stopped and stared at the prettiest gingerbread house
It was being decorated right then by a tiny gray mouse.
He gave me a wink and a nod and the friendliest “hi”.
You are doing a great job, I said to this sweet little guy.
I love decorating houses, he told me. I have a business card.
I gave him mine too, it said “Chelsea, song writing bard.”
He ran off rapidly after we did a little more chit chat
I turned and saw why; I had been followed by my nosey cat.
space cat zoomed in on two wheels, about to run out of steam.
Most of us missed her, others thought she was but a dream.
Space cat zoomed around the neighborhood until it got light.
Then she hid her space ship in the pine grove, way out of sight
She had but one mission, to see how cats are treated here.
She asked a few, but some were stuck up, showed her their rear.
The friendliest ones seemed to be held captive behind cold glass.
She pushed off at dark, heading back to Cosmos Planet McMass.
SENTRY
Be ever on duty, it is surely best
Never sleep, or even try to rest
Or risk losing some precious zest
No need to puff out your chest
So proud of the regiment’s crest
Yet by its history, not obsessed
But hope it might not be the test
Whether mere monitor or guest
Only if one is correctly dressed
Wishing visitors to be impressed
But on cold nights, the loneliest
We do simple jobs, I do not jest
Yet definitely not the bloodiest
Our desire to be the friendliest
Pristine faces could be deceiving
Like a masquerade in the making
Don't trust too much, even the friendliest hand
It could cast a spell like a magic wand
But guilty conscience can kill
Like the blades of a sickle
Hold your faith and lay still
Let their echoes make them fickle
September 26, 2022, 9:53 AM
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Joe found himself in a bit of a rut
So, he bought himself the friendliest mutt
Bow-wow, lick-lick, slurp-slurp
Joe's space that mutt usurped
Not room enough for them both in Joe's hut
Predictable advice, the only kind that’s ever given
I mean, is it true? Does time really heal all wounds?
Because my wounds are still covered in scabs,
Cracking around the edges
And I’m still waiting for time to come and save me,
But it hasn’t
How could it be true,
If time’s supposed to heal all wounds why haven’t mine healed yet?
By now;
My body should be covered in scars
And my bones;
Filled with bruises
But instead, my wounds are still gaping - fluently bleeding around the surface
So I guess it’s true, time hasn’t been in my favor
Nor on the darkest days, the friendliest neighbor
But time did teach me, the key to patience
And how to be my own savior
Time may not heal all wounds or even any at best,
But it can still teach you, how to accept
I pass a doorman daily
When I’m finishing my walk.
He calls out, “How you doing, ma’am?”
But we don’t really talk.
Of course, I say good morning
And perhaps a word or two
Is exchanged about the weather;
More than that, we don’t pursue.
In December, he went missing,
A replacement at the door.
Was he sick or maybe fired?
Those sweet greetings were no more.
Then a week or two ago, voila!
He waited with a smile
And the friendliest hello I’ve heard
In much too long a while.
Where’ve you been? I had to ask him
With no explanation owed me
But he grabbed his phone and pictures
Of his newborn daughter showed me.
I was touched and wished him all the best
And he was all a’glow
As we shared a special moment
Though our names we do not know.
This shouldn’t have happened to you,
Our beloved America!
We've loved you always and honored you,
Your values the best, your laws the just.
Yours the friendliest people on earth.
Your beauty for real, your peace unrivalled,
And yet this happened, my love, this grief
The shame that every humane nation shares.
Only the noblest, bravest like you could bear
The tragic pain with unruffled calm and dignity,
The courage from God, the resolve from the heart:
With determination you declared, "Never Again!"
We're with you, America, this will not be allowed
To happen again, here or anywhere else on earth.
We will be with you and bring back the joys
This noble land had enjoyed and conveyed to all.
We are a God-fearing nation,
God is Our LORD AND OUR SAVIOR,
He will not let us down.
In this glorious land
Peace and security will forever reign
And Justice True and Equal, prevail again.
We love you Our Beloved America,
You will forever be lovely,
Forever be great!
today
i never know what is happening
tomorrow
glee is cream in the coffee
next week
my brain is like candy conversing with the friendliest unfriendly ants
next month
a woman asks me a hundred more questions as i am trying to watch my favorite show
next year
that song about 2525 comes on and i am lost in the sound and the lyrics
next decade
it is up to me the deal with things that are up to me
the end of my time on earth
it is skip day but i forget to wave goodbye due to the bucket blocking the view
Shall I compare you to my driving test?
Although you seemed to be the friendliest,
I was nervous when I had met you first.
It felt awkward, like I was unrehearsed.
I’d watched my mom and dad drive every day.
I’d seen them always know the way.
It seemed so easy from the back seat.
I couldn’t wait to roll around the street.
“Easier said than done” they’d say; it’s true,
But practicing taught me a thing or two.
I felt so lost behind the leather wheel.
At last! I found control, it felt surreal.
It meant a lot to get my license,
but my love for you is more immense.
With ease, I drive around,
Just like my love for you I found.
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