One of our cat visitors, up the cherry tree. The pigeon flew away.
Cat up a tree
What can you see?
That makes you climb
This tree of mine!
Tag: Fun
Wow signal?
Peeeeep she heard it on the radio. A loud pulse then it was gone. What was that? It had been a piercing squeal.
But it was gone. A disturbance in the aether, a cosmic scream perhaps??
She checked the Internet. It was all over Facebook. At precisely 4pm Greenwich mean time a signal had slashed into the Earth’s atmosphere. So strong it was picked up by transistor radios and radio telescopes alike. The Internet was calling it a Wow signal based on a signal heard by a radio telescope on August 15th 1977.
Could it be interference from Earth? But the signal had eminated from the milky way galaxy. Millions of light years away across the sky from us.
Speculation increased Could it be aliens? Or the voice of God? Maybe there was a new astronomical phenomenon.
For now the sky remained annoyingly quiet and the world waited with mixed fear and hope to see if it would happen again or what would happen next.
Kitten
Little bandit kitten.
Grew up to be a big cat
Beautiful baby
So very sweet
Tiny paws, little claws
So soft,
Now slender and sleek
Kitten cat
Bandit cat
Black and white
So neat.
Stray cat
You like our garden, stray cat,
You like my kitty cats food.
You like sitting on my
Soon to be erected shed!
You drink out of the pond,
Walk on wet concrete
And leave your 🐾 paw prints
Eat from picnic sandwiches
Sit on the benches
And deck chairs
Climb the trees
Chase the birds
Act like you own the place?
But then go home!
Pancakes
We found this company who cater for parties and events. They catered for my partners birthday a couple of years ago. Came up on Facebook memories. I decided to write this poem x
Found this photo
Two years old
Pimpin pancakes
Hot or cold
Super tasty
Fruit or veg
Making batter
With an edge.
Bananas, apples
Whatever you like
Add some syrup
And a flake.
Nice to eat
Good to taste
Can’t be beat
There’s no waste!
Alien visitor
WHAT Time Is The Next Train Due in? The creature barked out the words to a startled passenger. WHAT Time is it due? Its strange tinny voice was demanding.
Er? Have you looked at the time table? The man on the platform asked. He started looking for a way out. The pepper shaker shaped creature was waving what looked like a sink plunger at him with some menace. The other thin arm looked even more worrying.
WHAT TIME IS THE NEXT TRAIN? The voice was getting louder and angrier, the man cowered in a corner behind an advertising hoarding for “cool menthol” cigarettes.
Just then a 2.6.0 standard steam train pulled into the station. Taking a quick decision the man ran across the platform and wrenched open the door to the third class carriage and leapt aboard.
The creature trundled over to a first class carriage. Its tiny eye on a stick looked up and down, it saw the step up to the door. It noticed the door handle. No way to grip it with its too large suction cup. The train started to move, the creature (a Dalek) tried to follow, but the train sped up and left the Dalek floundering in its steamy wake…..
Molecules
Molecules spin
Atoms twist,
Protons crackle
Neutrons buzz
Electrons fizz
Quarks charm
Muons jitter
Neutrinos just don’t bother…….
Titchy play: Monster
I wrote three little plays for the Titchy Theatre yesterday. They were read out at the show. I will post them here one a day.
Monster (tourist to reporter – look south or some such channel)
Reporter : so where did you see it?
Tourist : down by the quay, you know, the harbour?
R: and was it big?
T: well… It was as big as a boat, no… A ship
R: what did it look like?
T: er…. It had glowing all over it
R: what sort of lights?
T: Well… Yellow-ish. Like Glowing yellow eyes, and I think it had huge teeth too!
R: why?
T: it seemed to have a grill or something over its mouth, but you could see light shining through… You know… Glowing like an alien?
R: did it make a noise?
T: yes, a very low humming, and a metallic, clanking noise.
R: so…. how do you feel?
T: very scared. I’ve never seen anything like it before
R: can I ask you where you’re from?
T: oh yes. Stoke-on-Trent
R: so … Have you ever been to the seaside before?
T: oh yeah. You know, magaluf, Malaga, Ibetha.
R: and there was nothing like this there?
T: No… Just always sunny, and at night we went off and partied… The other thing I remember is this long wailing noise! I mean, it was foggy, so I could only sense the looming figure the Monster…. .!!
R: OK. Well…. We checked with the Coast Guard… .
T: Yeah??
R: the wailing noise was from the lighthouse foghorn.
T: Oh
R: And the big, dark, lit-up ship thing.
T: Yes?
R: Was a car ferry…….
Christine Mallaband-Brown
Waiting
Waiting, it’s like watching paint dry.
The time goes on and the paint shrinks slightly, maybe wrinkles as the water evaporates.
I’m sitting with my phone waiting for a call, hoping that it will ring soon….
Still waiting, another hour gone.
Still waiting, the paint is half dried, now it’s tacky…
Oh what can I do while I’m waiting? I can’t go out, because I need to be here when it happens. I will ring the number….
Oh no! No answer! Are they on their way? Not answering because they are driving? Where are they coming from. Is there traffic? Are there traffic jams?
Waiting…. Time trickles through the hourglass faster and slower. The paint is almost dry. The fine grain of the brush strokes smoothing out.
A call! We are on our way, but, (there is always a ‘but’) there is a major accident….. On the motorway….. Grid lock….. Have to change our eta…. Etc….
The paint is cracking and peeling…. They never arrived. Now I’m waiting again for someone new 😕
Titchy theatre
Today we went to the Harpers Titchy Theatreup at the village hall. We went to listen to short plays written by about 17 people (including my partner and myself). The stories were varied and ranged from subjects about flying a plane to Lancashire in 1963. The name was chosen for a gentleman who passed away last year.
The idea was to write on about two pages of a4 paper. A play or poem to be read by up to 3 or 4 people.
My stories were about monsters and overhearing a conversation. My partners was about childhood memories.
I don’t have the originals because they were hand written and had to be typed up. When I get them back I will copy them to this site.
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Mallaband-Brown 