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The sky turned orange
Then maroon.
The sun crept under the curtain of cloud,
Sneaking out and staring through the rain.
Rainbows end in the murk
Towards the other horizon.
Light spills, then disappears.
The thunder thrills through the air,
Bouncing from chimneys and roofs,
Clattering slates,
Boom-rumble-thudding,
Flash, crash, splitting the new dark.
The storm is here.
Blurry kitten
Went away
To a new home
Three years ago
To stay
Kittens grown
And feeling loved
But I would have
You back
Today
Just to sit
at a table,
half of beer,
in my hand,
a quiet river,
flowing by.
A dream of freedom,
no distractions,
quiet and relaxing
time to rest.
No stress no worries,
just a dream,
the world passing
slowly leaving
me behind.
Where I live,
Who I am,
What I do,
How I think,
Where I work,
My companion,
What I trained as,
My books,
My life,
My I.
My me!
The cat has taken up residence on the microwave. He likes it in the kitchen because I think it’s cooler for him in the evening. The other cat sleeps upstairs. I just move things out of his way and he settles down. I like it when he crosses his front paws over his nose. He looks so cute.
Snuggled.
Paws crossed,
keeping the light out,
closed eyes,
relaxed,
asleep.
Sweet.
Paws twitch,
mad dream,
running and chasing
in his mind.
You can’t catch me,
he thinks,
as he curls into a tighter ball.
If you turn over a cup,
a mug,
a teapot
a jug?
If you look under your plate.
you may find a mark
light or dark.
Pottery thrown
Or molded?
An indented word
or a print of a symbol
so whatever you think,
you can see
who made your sink
your teacup
on the table
underneath?
A label.
A backstamp
to tell you who
made it.
The door is shut
The night is here
I wish my mind could rest.
Tired and tense
Jaw clenched.
Can’t wait till dawn,
To sleep tonight,
To relax and chill
What I would give
For no thrill.
No disturbed thoughts,
No worries.
Just
Sleep…
A picture to define cute?
my cat curled up
paw over nose
asleep…
They love boxes
Hidey holes,
Places to nap,
Sit and chill.
My cats are box cats,
Hidden in deep,
Somewhere to mooch
A place to sleep.
Cats that wear boxes
Like a tortoise shell
Sitting and thinking
Till the dinner bell.
Blue and red
Green and white.
Lime green
Bright red
So many words
Describe light
Reflected and absorbed.
Popping poppies
Firework shaped blues
Exploding greens
Happy bees!
Mallaband-Brown