Midnight
He wanders in
Wants his tea
Comes to say hello
Wants?
A scratch behind his ears
Cheek rubbing
Chin chucking
Then
Like an off switch
Enough
He goes
Nose in bowl
Eats, and
Then outside again.
Cats miaow
Tag: Poetry
Watching paint dry?
Flaking paint scatters
Like dry blue snow
Bubbled by sunight
A patch of metal on show
So scrape off the old
And paint on the new
Go on, be bold
Then damp as the dew
Paint the wall gold
A liquid will run
Until it solidifies
In the hot sun.
What’s out there?
Worlds, planets, galaxies
We cannot know it all
Universe or multiverse?
Astronomy or astrology?
The latter is not science
But beliefs
Do you follow faith
Or try and ascertain
What is real
Black holes
Neutron stars
Spinning crazily
In infinite space.
Viewed through telescopes
On Earth, in Space.
Thank you Galileo
For your grace.
Last night
Last night
I drew a pattern
Gave it a twist
Tied it down
Into quarters
Now I see
Rabbits or hares
With red eyes
Staring at me
Bright eyes
Burning like?
Rubies!
Black and white cat
Like an old TV
His horizontal hold
Has slid
He’s flat on his side
Vertical gone a smidge
Black and white and grey
Relaxed for the day
In a min
He will snore
Or purr
Like a hissing
White noise
Screen…
Love
She loves me
Her claws in my knee
Soft eyes
Staring up
I want you to stroke me?
No
Feed me!
Tomorrow
What will tomorrow bring?
I asked myself,
What sort of thing?
A new idea,
a chance to change
A friend in touch
There is so much
To think about
So instead,
Today
I will rest a while
Gather my strength
And deal with it all
TOMORROW
Not today.
The outlook
What will happen.
Where will we be?
Who shall save us
If needs be?
We watch the world
And what do we see?
Too much damage
Too many crimes
No one caring
No big fines.
The world is creeping
Towards catastrophe?
Who even cares,
You or me?
The corporate world
Has profits to collect.
Shareholders to pay
Not tomorrow, but today.
Not caring whether
There money causes trouble
While all around?
The Earth turns to rubble.
Give peace a hope
Give earth a chance
Stay one of the ‘Woke’
In this merry dance.
Asleep on the washing
Where I curl
You can’t control
This is my space
If I want it.
Cats have rights.
The right to sleep
Eat and purr
Chase leaves and mice
But most of all
Be fed and watered.
We choose comfort
We give friendship
If you are lucky
Claws if you are not.
Don’t criticise
Our choice of bed!
Filtering
In love with a photo filter
Not my face!
Not altering my shape!
Just adding texture
Making entanglements
Shifting my perspective
Seeing into ideas
Let me play,
Have fun
Change up a gear.
Mallaband-Brown 