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Don’t you know I love you?
Don’t you know I care about you?
It’s bleak out here
It’s cold and grey.
My heart is lost, broken, destroyed.
It hurts that you don’t care,
It hurts that you’ve gone away,
You are here in body but not in spirit,
You changed before my eyes
Your memory has glazed over
Milky white, foggy, out of focus
I can’t break in, I can’t get close
I still love you
Won’t you remember to love me too?
Bold blue
Bright blue
Blue shadow
Ultra blue
Strong hue.
Added flowers
April showers
Blue curves
Ultra marine
Lapis lazuli
Cerulean
Show me a blue
In the sky
In the sea
Show me bright blue
I might buy a flower, to remember her,
I might buy some perfume, or a scarf.
I can’t give them her.
So long ago, years ago, I lost her,
Each year when mothers day comes
I stare at parties of young or old women,
Children with their mums,
And wish she was here.
It’s not mothers day for me.
What a change two years make. Seamus was quite a timid cat. It took me ages to coax him out to say hello and I think you can still see caution on his face here – a couple of months after he arrived. He’s much more self assured now. He loves playing catch chase with his sister. Instead of sleeping in quiet corners or under cupboards both of them now sleep on a cat tree or on the back of the sofa in the middle of the living room.
They both will only eat one flavour of one type of cat food, but it is supplimented with treats and they know how to stare so you share food off your plate.
Cat stares
It knows what it wants
It hypnotises you
To share your breakfast
Lunch
Tea
Dinner
Supper..
How do they do it?
With love and telepathy… !
Dewy rain sprinkles my steps
The tread outlined in light.
Rainbow sparkles shine so bright
Spray of water leaps
My feet jump with delight
Puddles to splash in
Waves to make
Fun and frolics, frog like.
The night draws in again
Sunset and its rosy glow is gone
Eight minutes before the sun set
Light travelling ultra fast,
Eight minutes to shine from sun to earth.
Energy in motion, then lost
Behind the hill
Night infects the light
It’s inky blackness sometimes reduced
By moon and stars
Or reflected light on clouds.
But the dark cannot hold as the earth turns.
Tipped slightly, seasons prevail North and south.
As spring arrives days grow longer
Now sunsets late or never
While equator stays the same
the North and South vary.
Sunset later every day till mid summer
Then decline.
Through the trees there is light,
Through the trees there is air,
Through the trees there is water
but without the trees there is no life
no birds, no animals
no bears, no deer,
Without trees the air gets dirty
It gets dry.
Forests and jungles are our lungs,
life evolved in the sea,
came onto the land,
And in the forests of the land
there are more bugs, animals and possibly birds
than are found in the long grass
or desert plains
or high hills and mountains.
Save the forests, save the trees, save the world ..
Twins.sniwT
One strong.gnorts enO
One weak.kaew enO
Arguing.gniugrA
Fighting.gnithgiF
Never knowing.gniwonk reveN
Who is best.tseb si ohW
Twins.sniwT
Identical.lacitnedI
Seperate.etarepeS
The same.emas ehT
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.
What is it?
Box thing with round things, moving
Not my human, moving
Green things waving on long thin things
Wet stuff, falling,
White wet stuff, falling
Coloured things, small, smell nice
Thing with wings, flew past, fast.
Thing with Four legs on string, barking.
Something like me, black and white.
Something like me orange, whiskers.
Not my human wearing red with flat white and brown things
Bang, oh noise, white and brown things come through hole in wood thing in hole in big square white thing, white thing also has hole in it that has clear stuff in it so I can look out and thing hanging down that makes ringing noise when I play with it.
This odd poem is me trying to describe from my cats perspective. I don’t imagine they have nouns for things, so I haven’t said windows, door, or envelopes but just tried to explain them. I hope this makes sense..
Mallaband-Brown