Buddy Whiskers
“Here Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty
Here, Buck, Buck, Buck!
Here, Buddy Whiskers!”
I was so sad when you disappeared
and even more when I heard a shot-
afraid my best friend might've been murdered0 though
I didn't want to believe the possibility, at first.
Then the day gradually came, that we had to move
I was sad I would never get to call to you from our window
and truly felt guilty leaving you in that depressing city
uncertain to this day if my fear was truly what happened to you!
Many years later, I still wonder
and continue to think of you
I know that kitties all eventually pass away
but you were so dear and important to me
if I could still watch your TV show, I would
Although it would be hard without you, my unique kitty!
Bassoon's over eagerness often
made it's social awkwardness
more awareable
aloofness or disinterest, often
lacking eye contact
fidgeting, or over-monitoring
their own behavior the cantars
mindfulness to stay present
approaches designed to make
interactions feel more comfortable
and natural.
Being the "fifth wheel in your own relationship"
typically means feeling like an unnecessary,
third-party addition rather than an equal partner
This often happens due to a power imbalance,
emotional disconnect, or when an outside third
party seeking or a power play
. When somesong or some songs
deliberately puts themselves
in appealing or high-attention environments
to manipulate others into thinking
they are highly desired.
Puss cat had the zoomies
By the moon she sang.
The stars blazed like footlights
for a meow band set.
Mic held aloft in paws
she pranced atop a tree
and supped a bowl of whiskey
Her voice was tiddly woo.
Snowy owls played gentle games
with backing choirs of mice
who twanged the golden whiskers
of that punk, feline lead.
A blubbery walrus, well taught,
With whiskers aquiver once sought,
A means on the land
To start up a band,
But vocals here hindered a lot.
On meow buses
no cat fusses.
Sweet little kitties
meow rodent ditties;
deck out bunting
time for hunting.
With pounding paws
furries prime claws.
Amid glad rasping
there is no fasting.
If only I could grow a beard
I would stroke it and appear wise
but I'm a'feared it's not to be
no matter how hard I tries
and I hate to think about it
as it always fouls my mood
on me the only hair which sprouts
is due to additives in U.S. food
tho' some are destined to be hirsute
my facial hair issues forth then fades
yet after all if nothing else
it saves on razor blades
Precious kittens move my heart -
I’ve known this since small.
Whether still or in crazed dart,
they enthrall my all.
Silk furs, whiskers, purrs -
all make resistance depart
while cat love occurs.
My cat has lots of whiskers,
whiskers on her face,
and above her bright green eyes,
appearing like lace.
And some in her ears,
whiskers on whiskers, whiskers
like tiny white spears !
Whiskers of time brush up
'gainst gossamer silk web
Slow down, slow down, they said
'Til forces impure
back off their attack
Faced down, turned-around
bone-dry bled
Whiskers tickle my mouth
His hot breath is close.
I wake up quickly!
I push him away and yell "Buddy!"
He does not mind.
Whiskers tickle my cheek,
while purring his song.
I wake up alone, grief returns.
Until I notice his warm,
imprinted pawprints.
7/11/22
Contest :Bite Size Poem no49 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
A hooligan cat homeless and tattered,
hungry, and lurking on my porch battered;
a bitten ear and one eye,
so blue that it made me- sigh !
Brought him in and soon my home was shattered . . .
______________________
May 29, 2022
Poetry/Limerick/Curly Whiskers and Long Nails
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1460-383-29
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Funny Limerick - Any Theme
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 06/19/2022
Third Place
He looked like the cat that licked the cream,
When he first appeared on the TV scene,
Time has not changed him, no siree,
He's as vain as any man can be.
"A Whiskers Tale: Watching the Detectives"
Her whiskers tickle
when the lights go out
hormonal huntress
on the prowl
Moonlight chasing
itsy bitsies
up the wall
a silent investigator
tap dancing silently
soft as mink and sibilant
paws poised
across a different kind of
polished slippery dance floor
criminally inclined
researching minds
a baby in her
isolation crib
for sure
soft-shoe shuffling
never bored.
(LadyLabyrith / 2021)
"Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit."
"Watching the Detectives" / Elvis Costello
https://youtu.be/xO_sDtI2bYk
"Everyday I Write the Book"
https://youtu.be/ekrzLtCKMJg
" I shut my doors on that dark guilt,
I bolt the door, each door I bolt.
Blood quickens, gonging in my ears:
The panther's tread is on the stairs,
Coming up and up the stairs..."
Inspiration: "MoonLight"
"Pursuit"/Sylvia Plath
https://neuroticpoets.com/plath/poem/pursuit/
You think you see but you do not see,
you think you hear but you are not sure,
a gentle movement in the thick bush,
two glowing fire lights cross in front,
strange smell of putrid flesh slowly spreads,
are you all alone? is someone near?
should you scream, scream???but you widen eye,
in hope to see what you do not see,
there is a muffled sound of cat call,
totally blinded by pitch darkness,
miles of unknown land yet to travel,
legs ache, heart races in abject fear,
then you see the velvet paw in front,
elegance of nature in black paint,
two sharp slit lamps for eyes stare at you,
Feline Queen questions your intentions,
this is her night, Night of halloween!
written 21/10/2020
not ranked
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Halloween Meow!
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