A pair of tiny orphans
in haystacks their mother made,
near an orchard by a lake,
with pine tall as an arcade.
Sheltering them,I brought milk
to the lonely kits each day,
but they wouldn't show their faces
till I hovered far away.
In time they learned to like me,
and slowly joined running games;
one brown-furred, one white bundle
Sugar and Puff... their nicknames.
Hearing my voice from the door,
the kitties would run so quick
right up my tummy to the neck;
playing cuddle- and- frolic.
One day, Puff and Sugar left
not marking sign of contacts...
the fun of souls well relished,
how my heart misses loved cats.
These kitties are my family
and I really do love them so
I care for all of their needs
and I hope they’ll never go
Rescued strays are what they are
they’ve come from all around
some call to me quite loudly
others barely make a sound
Varied personalities
yet the same in many ways
sometimes alone, sometimes together
they eat, they sleep, they play
How many homes do each of them have
they still roam all about
the doggie door’s always open
they know they’re never shut out
These kitties are my family
and I really do love them so
I care for all of their needs
and I hope they’ll never go
Peering out his window and hearing the rowdy winter birdies singing and hearing the sweet tones of the swaying chimes ringing.
He smells the pungent and sweet boasting of the evergreens thriving among the sleeping giants.
Tracking with wide eyed malice each bird challenging his awareness.
Two Christmas kitties arrived on Christmas Eve night.
Snuggling in warm socks all red, holly-friendly and tight.
Little Debbie and her brother Freddie loved the morning sight.
Two frisky happy kitties made their gift opening more than all right.
The tiny felines looked nothing alike.
But they had been born from the same litter.
They piled on each other, and mewed with spike.
They also terrified and made tiny mice skitter.
You’ll be okay here, Santa said to the kittens.
He put them into warm socks that felt like mittens.
Three Christmas kitties brought happy delight the next morn.
Lucky three children were that these beauties were fresh-born.
Video kitties are all the rage
Kittens tinkling the ivories
on a hand-held stage
I glance at the screen
can't believe what I see
Cutest kitten ever
decorating a X-mas tree
I know that kittens favor
brains over brawn
But have you ever viewed
fifteen kitties yawn?
Three more lines, and this'd be a sonnet ~
So, I'll 'bow-wowt' early, with a kitty in a bonnet
Those curious carousing kitties of Company C
They keep me awake, every morning until three
They sing in meows that turn my aged blood cold
I would not care except I am mean, fat and old.
I hear them through the wall, their wailing is loud.
They caterwaul in an enormous crowd.
When they have had too much nip they get even worse
I have no place to hide, it seems like a curse
I used to be able to sleep in my bed all night long.
Because there was no wailing, no caterwauling song.
Company C moved in and everything went to heck.
My ex-husband has something to do with this, I sort of suspect.
I spy on them sometimes, through Kitty Kat Tavern’s windows.
There is a Budweiser sign in there that in neon glows.
I do not know what they are drinking but suspect it is gin.
The more they wail, the more I blame him.
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Three kitties I once had: Pretty Persian Gwendolyn and Pumpkin, round and fat!
The third one, Ralph, with his purr like thunder’s rumble. was the sweetest cat!
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Nov 13, 2020
for Kim’S Acrostic Play Poetry Contest
Having lived with various cats as great pets
we praise* God for their calm presence, so warm
never giving harm, purring with sweet charm
cheering, when from fear of mice, each heart frets.
For occasions we celebrate with bliss
our cats graciously welcome every guest
making them feel at home along meow’s zest
feasting sumptuously; such not to miss.
In our home devoid of Halloween night
our Kitties display their odd feline tricks
while wowed by TV shows of bizarre pix
watching fellow cats of costumes delight.
Soon they will feast on their favorite meal
rice and fish mixed with vegetable relish
so pleased are they amidst nutritious dish
enjoying gracious treat around friendship* zeal.
*Psalm 145:10 All thy works shall praise thee, O LORD…
October 22, 2020
1st place, "Halloween Meow" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 10/24/2020.
The Halloween Cat
I am small, I am deadly
and fleet as the breeze
none hear me approaching
and not a soul sees.
With my claws razor sharp
and my bright toothsome grin
I will catch you, my lovelies
and gobble you in.
Oh the bats are so ugly
for such is their fate,
and yet seem so lovely
when served on a plate;
they glide ever faster
they flap round my ears.
I will catch you, my lovelies,
it all ends in tears.
My mistress is blessed
with a loud, fearsome laugh,
hair like a bird’s nest
and neck like a giraffe’s;
With wrist-dragging walk
and a terrible stare -
I love you, my mistress
For I know you care
I am small, so I fit
on the end of her broom;
we go out when the night
is as cold as the tomb,
and her terrible laugh
scares the fairies away;
We see you, my pretties,
we’ll catch you one day.
My cat Shark has a flat butt crawl
that I call the cat crawl.
When he flattens his back haunch
down and starts crawling I
know he's got a bird or a mole
in his sights
He only does the cat crawl
when he's in full-blown
hunt mode.
In seconds I see him make
a through the air pounce that
would give a professional
long jumper a run for his
money.
I keep saying I'm going to
put a bell on him, but I do
not because it's truly his
favorite sport, and the
only exercise he gets.
He would weigh three
hundred pounds without
this little dab of exercise.
Cute little kitties - balls of fur -
Love to play 'roll' with twines of wool,
They look at me and gently purr,
I chide them for being playful;
Licking themselves, they laze around,
Cute little kitties - balls of fur -
Moving, they hardly make a sound,
Twiddling, fiddling with their whiskers;
Lifting their paws, they softly stir,
Following me, mewing for fish,
Cute little kitties - balls of fur -
Sit in their corner with their dish;
Kittens - brown, white, black, gold and fair,
Come, cuddle him or play with her,
They lie curled up under the chair,
Cute little kitties - balls of fur.
01:19:17
Love brought many kitties; each one special.
Some colors solid, others were brindle.
They come in big sizes and some of them small.
No matter how they look, I like them all.
My first fluffy kitty was beautiful, white.
One eye was blue and the other one green.
He grew to become a beautiful sight.
His silky soft fur in sunlight would sheen.
A once feral kitty came to live at my house.
She’d run, slip, and slide excited, wide eyed.
One day with great pride she brought home a mouse.
Unhappy day; she let it go inside!
There was that winter and the Christmas tree.
Our kitty knocked some ornaments around.
It was really a funny sight to see.
Until she knocked the whole tree to the ground!
Some cats are mousers, but others think twice.
Some live in houses and some with wildlife.
Cats can be naughty or they can be nice.
Either way they are fun, the spice of life.
1/8/2017
Written especially for Brenda Chirl-Carrol’s granddaughter &
For the Love of Kitties Contest
wrapped in mom’s warm arms
we match her rhythmic breathing. . . .
The world wafts away
For the Adorable Picture Contest of Leonora Galinta
Came home just the other day
Caught my kitties well at play
Cats like to climb up trees it's true
They have the Christmas spirit too!
But not my lovely Christmas tree!
They looked as innocent as can be
With ornaments hanging off his nose
One came out smelling like a rose
For his little sister was worse than that
She was a silver garland-wrapped cat!
Oh they had such fun 'til I came home
Their saucer eyes so brightly shone
I couldn't stay mad for very long
Soon was singing a different song
Found the camera and flashed some shots
Cleaning up all the messy spots
Re-hung the ornaments on the tree
Again it was lovely as could be!
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