The order of a vitamin
Simply, life, a hair is for fun
Spoken worth, a willing shade to climb?
Into your lap, a wholer smile for any who would innocence
Spare me the details, in a cup of frequent spirits
High as a kite, with a reach to the stars, somewhere over the rainbow
I see your shared shall, if not the coolness of a remembered wit
Silver bells to come, an avidness of a problem we both know....
Toenails?
Simple rhythm of a bliss for ideology to bloom
Sakes without a created pain, to inform my clash with strength
Continue with a silent night, misery, promises to few, with soon
Could ink have an unexpected owe?
Silly accusations of windy deeds I have a saved repose
Lucky as this would seem, I have a question for adding a quiet mouse
Live and let live, or a sweet sincerity I should know, in the smile of a prose
Here goes kiddo...
Smile at the song of a fruity share, in a distant house
Walls of livid kindness, a God of asking a reason of a flower?
Lizards with a wisdom's tooth don't, promise us a spill of cleverness from Gods?
Jake you were an alley cat,
Beautiful and tabby as you strutted by,
Your fur so velvety soft to the touch,
But you didn't like that petting, well not to much,
Things always on your terms, the poor butterflies were your favorite prey,
As you hid amongst the tall green ferns, your tail would twitch going to and fro,
Then you would leap fast and high like a well aimed arrow,
But your gone now and I miss your grace,
And seeing your golden eyes shining in your tabby face.
My tabby is Teddie, she's both blazing rude and nice
Stealing my blanket, leaving me cool as ice
But I can't bring myself to yell, to scream, or to shout
So, I'll place a kiss onto her pink snout
Cause in return for love and presence, anything will suffice
My tabby is Teddie, she runs quick from the light
Escaping the sun with every drop of her might
Yet her long coat of fur won't even deter
Waves of cold that pulse through her!
Then feel way too bad, even a bit sad, during the night
You must be dressed cuter than most
Tabby’s mother said, in kind of a boast
For we have to get their eyes away from your leg
Tabby knew the score, most girls have two in Winnipeg
Tabby was born with three, no one ever knew how
But her mother dressed her in fashion that was a wow
Today she had on three boots – pink, orange and yellow
She got a wink from a good-looking young fellow
She knew her mother knew what to do
She had already figured out how to order a shoe
Demanding the shoe companies sell some of them in threes
Had to serve them with a lawsuit, this was no kind of breeze
the old man is gone
his orange tabby orphaned
weaving through sharp grass
searching for a pair of old hands
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Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!
My heart was once a lonely keep, a silent place while I did sleep.
But then you came, my tabby boy, a cream-colored, purring joy.
I trace the stripes across your fur, my solace in your gentle purr.
Your tiny paws, a silent tread, upon the pillow by my head.
Those golden eyes, a knowing stare, you're more than just a passing love affair.
You chase the light, and ambush a sack, the simple joys your presence bring.
I scoop you up, my furry prize, and melt within your loving eyes.
When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!
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Tabby waits til a ladder arrives.
He already used eight of his lives.
Was just on a silly whim,
He had climbed out on a limb.
But very close to him, big bee hives.
tabby cat stretches
unaware of its beauty
whiskers in sunlight
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Mighty Mercury
Alert then aloof, snuggly warm then colder
His rangy legs spring to hitch a ride on our shoulder
Lifting our hearts to elation
He’s our portable vacation
We cherish Mercury more each day we grow older
My tabby cat with spectacles on nose,
Sits on a chair in imperial pose.
She holds an open book in one hand,
And a mug of coffee of a fresh brand.
Though she controls only the mouse,
She acts as though the empress of the house.
She sits content in the glare of the sun,
And reads of adventures of great fun.
With a blink of eyes and flick of ear,
She keeps turning pages in great cheer.
She relishes sipping the hot coffee,
And enjoys her uninterrupted spree.
She sits dangling her feet in joy.
I wonder what is her next ploy.
Folding the book, she bids goodbye,
And drifts off to sleep closing her eye.
Tabby in winter, with a tuft of snow on your head
You got slammed when they came down on that sled
If you get buried, it may be quite a little while
Before we can save you, St Bernard said with a smile
Then he noticed that there were Bernards on her scarf
How bad could she be? He told his friends with an arf.
Tabby in the snow glared at all of those happy dogs.
They ate up her chocolate kibble like untrained old hogs.
Along came a fine feline named Morris,
Lured by lilt of lascivious chorus;
He crouched inside the cage,
Appetite to assuage -
Patiently he purports to ignore us.
Captain Tabby Longtail stands
Like Ahab at the helm,
His Jolly Roger flying high
Above his salty realm.
He’ll keelhaul your scurvy carcass
If you give him any bull,
And he’ll make you walk the plank, mate,
If his food dish isn’t full.
Tabby in winter, with a tuft of snow on your head
You got slammed when they came down on that sled
If you get buried, it may be quite a little while
Before we can save you, St Bernard said with a smile
Then he noticed that there were Bernards on her scarf
How bad could she be? He told his friends with an arf.
Tabby in the snow glared at all of those happy dogs.
They ate up her chocolate kibble like untrained old hogs.
tabby, tabby, tabby, leave those sunflowers alone.
They are dangerous to consume, so get back on the phone.
Cat stopped playing and stared at the loud speaking child.
His ringtone was loud, jazzy, bluesy, not in the least mild.
I don’t want to be on the phone, he said. I want to push this vase.
He loved the look of shock and horror on the human kid’s face.
He knew the mother and she would probably blame the little guy.
“Go ahead!” the kid said, with a sad little resigned sigh.
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