Owl

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Being owlish I look carefully at things,

I see them from my flying wings.

I hoot with laughter when I hear a joke.

I spy mice and voles at a stroke,

Will my owlish brain outwit you?

Never know what hit you?

I swoop down so soft and quiet

To consume my rodent diet….

My talons and beak are sharp

Winging down over hill and park.

A barn to rest in is all I ask.

A nest to build is my task.

My eggs and chicks they grow fast

Gobble up food, a tasty repast.

Then once they are grown the fledge

And out to the world they emerge.

So this old owl will towoo some more.

To hear the twit of my Amore.

Gallop

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Gallop, race, run, jump.

The horse runs free.

Soar over hedges and fences,

Fly across the hills.

White horse of chalk

Black horse of earth.

Where are your wings?

You fly so high.

Graceful and beautiful

Full of energy

Vibrant with power.

Fleeing from capture

Running from man

Escape to the hills

Straight as an arrow

Sharp as a beam of light,

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Then the horse becomes the unicorn…

Cat in another box

This rascal likes to get in boxes and I often put one in the kitchen so he can sleep in the warm.

I can stroke his cheeks and nose, but try giving him a belly rub and the claws come out. I don’t know if it’s because he’s being terratorial or if he’s showing me he’s bossĀ  He doesn’t mind my partner tickling his tummy.

He’s not scared of me and is usually purring loudly when he attacks. I think it’s play fighting. My hands have been clawed these last couple of days though. Then I read all the diseases you can catch off cats….. Maybe that’s what’s up with me?

 

Who you looking at

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Glaring in the mirror. Don’t know if it’s a reflection or your brother?

I thought I would draw this after seeing a beautiful painting of a lion on the TV. I didn’t manage to do it that well so I’ve been playing with colour and this is the result. It’s just fun to play…

The title came from the idea that they are looking at each other. It could be that they are separate animals or that it’s one lion and a reflection.

Cat scratches

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This is GracieĀ  my little cat friend / fiend. She does insist on coming to greet me by stratching up and clawing my lower legs and knees. Seamus her brother jumps up and kneads my knees with his claws out. Consequently I’m covered in tiny puncture wounds.

Cats are characters, just like people. They have their own foibles and ways of doing things. No matter how I try and discourage her by disentangling her claws she keeps coming back and doing it again.

Anyway here is Gracie , looking sweet. With machinations in mind.

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Cat logic

Good morning,

I hope you are having a pleasant day.

The sun is shining

and the cats are at play.

Playing hide and seek

behind a small shoe.

My eyes are hidden

so I must be too?

Jumping in the bath,

under the tap.

Your water bowls there but

there’s a drip you must lap.

Now you are sleeping

together as one,

Dreaming cat dreams

curled up in the sun.

Now you are washing

cat yoga for you.

Stretching and bending

is what you must do.

So cats they have logic

all of their own

The way to do things?

They won’t be shown…..