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Pounce, purr, play, prowl,
Hide, hunt, hop, howl,
Bright, black, brown, bowl,
Occult, ocular original owl.
Nose, naughty, named Noel,
Sweet, silly, soft soul.
Chilled, cheeky, cat, cruel,
Leap, lithe, light, lol,
Food, fine, feathered, fowl.
Sharp, sleek, strong, seal,
jump, jink, joy, jowl.
Can’t think of any more rhymes for prowl…. I used owl because I was thinking of their exceptional eyesight
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I see you walking towards me, that face is angry? Are you annoyed?
Your steps are fast, you are moving rapidly…
Stamping footsteps, arms flinging forward, closer now.
Marching to war? Marching to fight? What have I done?
Are you looking at me? Your gaze is fixed, looking over my shoulder. …
Closer still I can hear your clothes rustling, chafing, exaggerating your steps.
Your breath is panting, I think you are about to speak …
face to face, face passing face, I turn and see the back of your head moving away.
Like ships passing, we have not met, just glanced at and against each other.
I thought I saw you, but it was just seeing through you, like mist, there, and then gone, a wisp of air slowly dissipating. …
Grey Cat, you sit and wait, for Mum or Dad or daughter Dotty.
But none come, they are gone….
Did you leave them, or they you? No one knows,
abandoned or lost, you have no home, but a brick shell, dilapidated, fusty, dirty, roof gone, open to frost.
Grey Cat, you are friendly, dusty, big head, thin….
You are white that is grey, and grey that is dark grey.
Your human Mum and Dad may miss you, but have already grieved, your loss tore apart a family.
Grey Cat, you have a territory, but bulldozers encroach.
Are you a Dad, are your kittens with their Mum. Do they rest their paws on dirt, or on old willow pattern tiles?
Grey Cat, I wish you well, may your days be long and loved.
Fare you well…….
India and Bandit…
India and Bandit were kittens, born in January 2017. They were two of four born to their mother.
I had taken in two rescue cats and one if them turned out to be pregnant. They were cute as kittens are, bouncing round the house, climbing up the curtains, spinning round chasing their tails….
They have new names now, are fully grown I guess. I saw some of their photos and they looked lovely. I haven’t seen pictures of them recently so I hope they are doing well.
I have tried to write a poem about a kitten….
Kitten runs around the house, Up and down the stairs. Jumps from ground… to curtain top. Leaps across the bed.
Kitten rolls and plays with toys, into everything…. chases tail for hours and hours…. pounces on my nose, falls asleep and purrs.
Kitten grows into a cat…. lythe and soft and fast still she chases all her toys never seems to stop waits for belly rubs.
Cat grows old now she snores she is old and grey. Now she creeps but never leaps one day she will be gone.
A continuation of my theme on colours. Lime green seems to mean food to me. I have tried to write a poem about it. Its made me want a curry!
Lime is green, lime as jelly
Lime tastes nice inside my belly.
Lime with gin, lime and lemon,
Lime a sorbet, lime juice with salmon.
Lime is acid, sharp, zesty,
Lime is sweet and lime is tasty.
Lime the colour of new leaves,
Lime is shimmering, cool as a breeze.
Lime is good with chilli too….
Lime pickle burns my mouth anew.
Black and white
Super bright,
Whiskers straight,
Ears await
rattle of food
Happy mood.
Likes to play
Then runs away…..
Up the stairs
Bedrooms hers.
Gracie cat
she’s not fat,
All my love,
Give you hugs…
Tail wagger, nose twitcher,
Not Dog, but Cat!
Ear flicker, whisker shiver,
Feline shape, replete.
Claw slasher, paw dasher,
Chasing round the room,
Not mouse, nor rat.
Pure Pussy Cat!
Goodnight cat, don’t you creep
About the house while I sleep.
Have a rest,
my fine familiar,
Rest your head upon your paws,
Sleep my puddy tat!
Coo its a cow, taking a chew on you,
There goes your hair, have you some spare?
The look in her eye tells what I spy,
Your hair it is tasty, now let’s be hasty.
Get away from her kiss, for its plain its not bliss…
And all of the slobber, is a big bother.
So goodbye dear sweet cow lets her take a bow….
And I will soon beat, a hasty retreat!
I hope this raises a laugh. My husband only just remembers it, must have been 20 years ago. Cheers, have a good weekend!
Sea horse, racing through the surf, galloping over turf.
Sea horse, give it all you have, kick your hooves so hard.
Sea horse, flying through the air, foam round your feet.
Sea horse, don’t stop for breath, racing with the tide.
Sea horse, today is your day, race for your life.
Sea horse, see your life flash by, waves of time wash over you.
Just the ocean, sea and you, in your wake I follow.
Orange is sharp, orange is zesty, bright like the sun, full of sweetness.
Orange is clay, terracotta, rusty. Iron oxidized, turned into ochre.
Orange is fire, hot lava pouring, burning with heat, spitting out rocks.
Orange a mixture of red and of yellow, painting the sky in a deep sunset glow.
Orange is warmth and spice in food, saffron in rice, turmeric too.
Let Orange be free, paint with it, see –
It’s colour reminds me to be happy…
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