Short Mewed Poems

noble sir albert
  perched on his nose
a primitive sundial
  a bird without toes

growth's been phenomenal
  sir albert cooed
as Big Ben came into view
  ten thousand cats mewed...

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       a calico cat
         and I met 
       in my yard today

       it mewed at me
         as if to say

       we’d met before
         in days of yore

       when I was  
         much smaller
       and knew how to play
...

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He rode forth conquering and to conquer
A Lord of time, of this realm emperor.
His steed so pale, sure-deadly was his dart
And strong the hand that held his iron rod.

Within the walls of that dark tower mewed up,
His captives cry for freedom and for light,
And one who quaffed too deeply his red wine
Must ride a nightmare to the ocean's bed....

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He rode forth conquering and to conquer,
Lord of our time and this realm's emperor.
Pale was his steed, so firm  and strong the hand
in which he held his ruthless iron rod.

Within the walls of yon dark tower mewed up,
his captives cry for freedom and for light,
and one who quaffed too deeply his red wine
must ride a nightmare to the ocean's bed....

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A tiny black kitten mewed at me
  Green eyes like diamonds sparkling
I motioned 'Come here;' she jumped in my arms
  Yet in the morning she'd clean disappeared

I 'Here-kitty-kittied' up and down all the streets
  Hoping against hope, my pretty kitty to meet
But instead of 'mew-mew,' there was 'bow-wow' and 'ruff-ruff'
  ~ For my tiny kitty I cried... I think I've told you enough...

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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....

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The masked stranger

Tenderly the ranger stood
With kitty in his arms
The saloon fight had rendered her
Enraptured by his charms
His easy strength and gentle face
Though hidden by his mask
Left saloon Kitty faint of heart
Almost afraid to ask
‘Say masked stranger 
Are you the law?’
She mewed in melting tones
‘I am,’ the stranger answered
‘This racoon rides alone.’
And so the legend started
Of a masked and lone lawman
Though others have 
in other times
Adapted his lone stand....

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