The cats run out
It’s cooler under the trees
Where the breeze blows
Sleeps in the bushes
In the shade of green
They come in for food
Then scarper away
Before I can catch
Up with them
27 °C or more today
Too hot for cats…
Hot cat
Tag: Poetry
Too hot
Flower or Sun?
Sunflower fun
Digitally drawn
Edited with love
Playing with colour
To make it less bright
Always experiment
Like a digital atom
Exploring it’s orbit
A phantasm of heat.
In my dreams
In my dreams I’ve flown to Mars
Months in space beyond our globe.
Spinning microgravity ship
Holds me in its gentle arms
Final days and then descent
Falling through a cold thin air.
Retro rockets saved the day
Landing on a desert of red.
Never going there again
Cost too much and I’m afraid
I’d never spend another night
On Elesyums Planitia’s slopes of red
I’d rather spend my dreams in bed.
An astronaut? Not me, I’ve said.
Sunrise
The sun rise is later every day
The birds still wake and sing
At the same time
Their day stretches
From wing tip to wing tip
Music soaring before the sun
Even when night is darkest
Before the dawn
They know to sing…
The liquid notes of the robin
Pierce the night.
Summer sun
The sun shone today
It didn’t rain
The flowers were glorious
Their colours fine.
Washing dried on the line
Reflecting brilliant white
Light onto petals
Giving them a glow
Of bright orange and pale lavender
To remember this day.
To keep my mind working
Why do you blog?
I like blogging because I enjoy thinking about things. I like to write small pieces of fiction, short poems, share my art, and answer prompts like this one.
If I can share my ideas and make a difference to someone elses life that’s a bonus. I’m not looking for fame, or saying that I want to be a famous blogger or influencer. I just enjoy doing this.
I hope I’m not boring, and I also try and produce a blog that is honest and factual as much as I can be. I would hate to share information that turns out to be incorrect, and I try and communicate clearly.
If you read my blog don’t expect me to stick to one subject. I guess I could call myself a jack of all trades and master of none.
Asleep
Curled up, warm
Asleep again
He makes his bed
And lies on it.
Comfortable and safe
Neat fur, aligned
With patterned covers.
Crochet and Cat
Cheery view
Asleep and snoring.
Colder evenings
There’s a chill in the air
And it’s only September
Autumn already
Shorter days
Longer (cold) nights
I will not switch on
The dreaded boiler
Until my lips and fingers
Pinch in the cold.
Layers of clothes
Must be the answer.
Use the cat as a blanket.
Coats on the bed
I remember that
When I was a child.
Blue
Blue
I don’t recognise you
I don’t know what you are
Bright blue flower.
Afternoon
What’s your favorite time of day?
When the sun is overhead
Light shines down on bright flower beds
Makes the hazy colours shine
On plants and flowers and bees divine
At the stroke of noon I see
Primary colours, one two three..
Red and blue and yellow too
And the other colours hue
Make me want to paint and draw
All the beauty that I saw
Afternoon is the key
Makes my mind feel oh so free
Mornings are OK I guess
But post meridians are the best!
Mallaband-Brown 