You lie on the bed, quite sweet
But you take up half the space
And though you look so neat
I still can’t find a place
To put my feet!
On our bed
Tag: Poetry
Brothers?
You’d think they were brothers
A single mom?
But no, they are not
Two mums, not one.
Each boy cat is happy
One is fat
He’s big and he’s round
He stays on the mat,
The other is older
On a bag, flat!
My other cats female,
Much more aloof
She’d rather be sitting
Up on the roof!
Choir practice
In the church singing carols
Music rises up
To the vaulted ceiling
Every note with feeling
Ralantando, piano
Notes descend and lift
Practice make perfect
Not there yet, but harmonizing
Three weeks to go
To the show!
Companionship
What is good about having a pet?
They keep you company
They keep you calm,
They are funny,
Hilarious, sometimes
Worrying at others.
They are not critical,
They need you,
Food, water, shelter
Give them a space
In your heart.
Flopped
When it comes to relaxed
Cats do it best
They can flop in a heap
Sleep in a ball.
Find a new box
And make it home!
Twisted and turned
Twizzled and whorled and whirled,
See how they sleep
Not always neat
But really deep!
Bench
Sit on a bench
Be quiet
Listen to a Robin
Trilling his song.
The wind floats leaves
Wafted from branches
Zig zagging down.
A sudden breeze
Twirls and swirls
In a mini tornado
The gust stops
Leaves settle.
My gaze settles
My breath, released.
Dead frog?
Photo from the BCB
A giant lies upon it’s back
It’s hop has gone, it’s knocked flat!
A human male looks on
At where nature has gone?
Ceramic frogs don’t jump
They don’t have a heart to pump.
But life has a way of staying
If we from nature aren’t straying.
So give frogs a chance
Put in water plants
Dig a new pond
If of frogs you are fond?
Protect anphibians
Their survival’s in your hands!
Leaves
Dying, falling, asleep
Red, green, brown
Gold and yellow
Pallid light breaks
Over crisping leaves.
Frosty, foggy, cold,
Mist and mizzel.
Wet rain drips
From sullen trees.
Disconnected
Another #bandofsketchers prompt. Not a brilliant effort! I tried to draw disconnected bits of chain, without looking at bits of chain. The chain links are not uniform in size and the outline is too thick.
I could write a poem.
My brain is disconnected
From anything elected
If its political
I’m often critical
Of policies they’ve selected!
Autumn leaves
Most leaves have changed colour
It’s November and they are hanging on
But a storm is coming..
Leaves will spin and twist…
Then fall like snowflakes to the ground.
To be blown along by the wind
Forming drifts
Where hedgehogs can hide,
Damp leaf mold will rot and spread
Nutrients back into the soil.
Leaves anew, next year, to feed..
So the cycle of life turns…
Mallaband-Brown 