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Stripes as a kitten was all over the face –prancing, dancing, in my face.
We loved to watch him jump, hop, and dance all over the place.
He loved to spot a sneaky fast mouse, and give it a hero’s chase.
Stripes’ energy was well-known; running flat out was his pace.
He gets more excited every time I come, my mother-in-law said.
She tried to corral him, give him catnip treats, get him on the bed.
Stripes would have none of that, he was holding a rabbit, dead.
Of course the rabbit had already lost his chewed off head.
Does he ever slow down? The neighbors asked as he went twirling by.
Stripes was always in motion, a curly que whirly twirly tomcat of a guy.
The neighborhood felines meowed at him and fluttered their feline eyes.
He had litters from the west edge of the Valley way past Van Nuys.
let's start with a line and see where it leads
People like blood so I will make mine bleed
a zombie a chainsaw perhaps some bats
For good measure I'll throw in some black cats
I'm running out of ideas I think
Something is bad, it's a terrible stink
Have you heard the one, about the sparrow
He let loose excrement, on the Pharaoh
Oh what a horror, the bird felt so bad
The Pharoah in anger, yelled out egad
Archers at the ready, shot the bird down
Pharoah bit of wings, wore them on his gown
He fed the birdie to his own black cat
The cat so happy it meowed where it sat
Mummys and bats they make me want to scream
Most of the horrors come from my own dreams
Dancing disjointed, what do I have to loss
Bones I crunched, I removed with dental floss
Let's finish with a flurry, a mad dash
A horrible fungus, a scabby rash
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Did you hear about the moose, who thought he was a goose? He swam and he honked and even waddled when he walked. But it would make you cry, if you had seen it with your own eyes, the morning when that moose tried to fly.
Once there was a hog, who thought he was a dog. He barked then he sniffed and even chased after sticks. But oh, how that hog did moan and groan, when all he got for dinner was just an old soup bone.
Grandma had a rat, that thought it was a cat. It meowed then it scratched and even purred when she patted it. But when it wouldn’t chase a mouse, she threw it out of her house.
Did you hear the story of an ox that wanted to be a fox? Each day the ox pulled a cart, as around the farm the fox would dart. Then one morning fair, the ox on a dare, ran away to play all day with his friend the fox. As evening came and hungry from his play, the ox asked the fox “Have you any hay?” “Nay!” exclaimed the fox. So right there and then, the ox headed for his pen and ran away never again.
My Uncle had a monkey who thought he was a donkey. That monkey hee-hawed and walked around on all fours. That monkey even changed his name to Eeyore. But when we put the sacks, heavy upon his back, to haul them into town. The monkey fell flat against the ground and claimed he was no donkey; he was simply monkeying around.
Then there is the sorry tale of a whale trying to be a snail. The whale moved about so slow she got carried away in the under tow. When her friends wanted her to flip about and shout, all she did was pout and lay about. But the saddest part to tell, is when that whale thought she had a shell.
Have you heard the story of the hare who wanted to be a bear? They rollicked about all spring, summer and fall. But when winter came and the bear went to hibernate, that hare decided he didn’t want to be a bear after all.
Now here’s the moral of this whole mixed up tale. When you try to be someone else, you think is very cool, you will always end up, looking like a fool.
For you are you and that should do!
One day the world
Started spinning fast round
Becoming a blur
Laying tall buildings down
What wasn't nailed tight
Flew off in the sky
People were ducking
With cows flying by
The dog on the corner
Barked his last bark
With tail between legs
He shot for the stars
The cat that watched this
Meowed with delight
Until he lost all
9 lives in mid-flight
All the empty cans
Along with broken glass
Paper, plastic
And all other trash
Stuff that never made it
Out to the dump
Went flying past fast
In one big ugly chunk
A rather strange scene
If you know what I mean
One minute it's here
The next history
Those left behind
Held tight in the breeze
Those that had time
Glued themselves to their seats
As fast as it came
It slowed down the same
All went back to normal
The way things had been
With less clutter around
To get in the way
I guess the world just needed
A good cleaning that day...
My soul flew without its wings,
My cry pierced the breathless silence.
Humans were drunk with sleep;
only my feline foe roamed the yard.
She silently approached where I perched,
my instinct pecked the scent of danger.
I thought I could fly to the sky to kiss the stars,
beyond the cat whose stomach howled with hunger.
Alas, the cage fell.
All I could see was a hungry feline gaze;
her pupils brightened and shone like a partly broken incandescence.
She meowed, and its hunger stared at me menacingly.
Then she leapt, her claws wrapping round my wings;
she sank her canines and my throat quivered.
My blood soaked her thirst and satiated her hunger—
and my soul slowly flew out without its wings.
It's the first time that I forgot
to trim Goldie's long claws that
damaged furniture and rugs;
the last time she was scared of clippers
and she hid under my bed. My attempts
were useless, her meows were pitiful
and I left her alone, but today she was mindful
of those long claws that made walking uneasy
and scared away my other cat Browny!
I had to trick her into getting a claws trim,
I filled a bowl with Purina's biscuits
and slipped under the bed without making noises...
slowly Goldie came out and meowed softly,
her fur was messy and her nose dirty!
" Oh, kitty, my adorable kitty, I'm glad
you have decided to come out of you hiding;
I have brought your favorite biscuits that you like,
how could you have resisted for too long
and kept away, and held onto your spite? "
Let me hear your sweet meows that I adore
and brush your fur full of dust and look more adorable
than any cat in this entire neighborhood;
Milly always thought her kitty was the loveliest around;
I'll show her who has the cutest kitty to show off
with nicely trimmed claws that once resembled that of a wolf! "
Entered in Chantelle Anne Cook's contest,
" Meow Contest "
Written on 10/20/2020
My kitten arrived in a box,
that meowed, and when I opened it up very slowly,
out jumped a streak of grey fur- but she did run to hide,
no, she inspected everything in her path and not in her path.
My new kitten sniffed Smudges,
my old calico, who tucked in her feet and her tail,
she reached out her paw to touch every toy of Smudges,
and she checked out the food and she gave me a good look.
My kitten did a lot of running ,
and in time came and curled up beside me to cuddle,
so I called her Snuggles and she is so lovable and so fun,
she gets herself in the smallest, strangest places that I laugh.
My kitten is soft and real silky,
just a ball of fur with legs that has quite a big meow,
she is not afraid of visitors and she seems to love children,
and will play with them until she flops down in a purring sleep.
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January 11, 2017
Poetry/Verse/Snuggles The Kitten
Copyright Protected, ID 17-8651-03-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
We made love
in front of the TV...
Your every cry,
a goal from me... and the crowd
maddened applauded...
We made love,
in front of a canary...
Every trill of yours,
every moan of mine
hypnotized, and challenged
further trills of the canary...
We made love,
in front of a platoon...
in our shudder,
but we tried...
We're done soon
not to be
shot... and look, not even
we feel guilty...
We made love,
in front of a cat...
every moan of yours,
my every howl... the cat
meowed all ruffled...
We didn't make love
in front of Gioconda...
But let's do...
for her to lose her pose,
to cut her "wave"
passivity not jocund !!
It was morning when my cat Fluffy
meowed a warning . . .
for on our porch was a stray cat
his tabby fur a tattered mess
eyes so sad ~ that they spoke to me . . .
and they broke my heart
oh, how he growled and hissed
too late-
for my very soul had been kissed
and each day "Grumpy Cat"
was on my porch waiting
yet, I could not catch him
and that was very frustrating_
I started writing short stories
'cause he was such a character
(I finally caught him)
my nephew was young and loved them
the titles were things like~
Grumpy Finds A Home
Grumpy Gets A Bath
Grumpy Goes to the Vet
Grumpy Follows Me To The Bus Stop
and many more . . .
they were written in the moment about
the antics of Grumpy Old Cat
the stories were funny and delightful
but something horrible happened . . . .
Grumpy suddenly died
I had grown to love him so much
I cried for a long time (still do)
and in a moment of deep sorrow
I could no longer keep the stories
so, I destroyed them, even the last
unfinished one
I realize now that it was a big mistake
I have tried to re-create them
but without the main goofy character
it is impossible to go back in time
so, in the end
Grumpy's stories have no ending
for . . . the last page is missing -
Missy was the saddest cat ever a cat has the right to be
She was dull colored all over, white, and irritatingly giant fluffy.
Alley cats made fun of her, saying she was too simple and plain.
No other cat was this boring or dreary from here to Maine.
Missy wanted some color, some pizzazz, some sass, some flair.
Her all over dull plain blah white fur was simply unfair!
I want to be orange, red, silver, pink, red and blue.
I could dye you, her hairdresser offered. Simply name up a hue.
But Missy’s owner wanted her to be blah like the family.
No one else is complaining, she told the sad kitty cat, Missy.
Missy had a grandma that put an idea into action. great as could be.
Decorated Missy with a string of lights as a gorgeous Christmas tree.
Missy’s cousins were jealous, they meowed and wailed too.
This is unfair they told the others, but the aunts knew what to do.
The decorated all the kitties in Christmas lights that day.
The actual Christmas tree was sad now, barren and dull as ugly clay.