Snoozin’ on my sisters blankets
But he likes to sleep on bags
A compromise of yarn
And a linen surface.
Paw over nose, keeping light out
Dreaming of who knows what?
Comfy and warm,
How many hours
Will he snooze?
Snoozin’
Tag: Poem
Why don’t cats shut doors?
Learn to shut the door cat!
I feed you
And you get fat!
You stick in the cat flap..
Like a mouse in a humane trap!
Your nose and paws
Easily open a door..
But you don’t shut them
You need more
An opposable thumb!
Candle holder…
Fished out of the cupboard
An old candle holder
It had a Christmas wreath
But now it will suffice
To light the room
If we have a power failure.
I have an old candle
Just remind me
Not to burn it
At both ends….
Christmas tree
🎄😺
Or not?
It’s Christmas
What have you got?
Wool mouse tails
Catnip chews
Kitten paws
Bows and ribbons
Then crash…
Baubles fall
Off the tree
The cats are chasing
Each other
And
Me!
Miaow
No Tree! ❤️
One large snowflake
❄
We hear snow is coming
It’s wet outside
Falling on frozen ground
One large fluffy snowflake
Fluttered past the kitchen window
A fleet footed hexagonal marvel
Precursor to a flurry?
Who knows
White Christmas?
Too soon to know
Flitting across the sky?
Santa’s sleigh gliding through
White whimseys of snow…
Snow coming?
Snow showers in the North
Will the winter spring forth?
Chilling beasts bones
Ice hardened like stones
Frost and fog lingering cold
Into cracked pavements old
People coughing and spluttering
Runny noses now sniffing.
Sleet and snow are coming near
But only in coastal areas, not here
We will get mist and ice instead..
Well that’s what the weather man said…
I don’t like football
⚽
No point in pretending
That I love the game
I understand the offside rule
I can explain it
But why should I?
I admired England’s Women
Playing in the European Cup
That was refreshing.
But Premier league?
Expensive, over hyped, boring,
Is my opinion.
And the World Cup venue?
Inequality and slave labour?
A Man’s paradise
Where women are second class
Rainbows are rebuked
Sports washing is preventing
Real freedoms.
Enough said.
Where are they now?
Butterflies, summer creatures
Hide in crevices
Overwintering
Blood like antifreeze
Or lay their eggs
Somewhere safe
To form a chrysalis
That will emerge next spring
Or flutter south
To warmer places
Migrating to survive
And moths?
Do they do the same
Flitting to darkened spaces
To wait out the cold?
Mild winters fetch them out early
Cold and hungry
Where can they feed
If plants are dormant
Not in flower
No leaves to eat?
A delicate natural balance
Disrupted
Nattering
Nattering
Chatting
Speaking
Talking
Chuntering
Gossiping
Muttering
Whinging?
Communicating
Mumbling
Extolling
Rambling….
Our mouths are busy
Sharing our thoughts..
Not forgetting
Blathering!
What am I doing today?
Today I feel like I’m drifting..
Things to do?
Yes, but I’m thinking
Ignoring the world
I’m just sitting
Down and just
Contemplating
Mulling over what to do
But I’m only prevaricating…
Have I got a clue
About future creating?
I don’t know what to do…
And I keep cogitating..
I have a thesaurus for a brain
My brain needs retraining!
Mallaband-Brown 