Oh I do like hot cats!
Not to eat,
Not dogs,
Not hot dogs!
Warm cats….
Seeing them
Chasing a patch of sun.
Or snuggled up
On the bed
Or on a sleeping pad
Makes me happy.
They are warm
And happy too!
Tag: Poetry
Poppy seeds
Here we go!
Time to sow!
Flowers and veg
A new hedge?
Plant with love
Rain from above
Fresh green shoot
Of leaves that sprout.
Growing happily now?
If we don’t have some snow!
The cat comes knocking…
Knock knock!
Bash the cat flap
So it rattles
Let me in!
Ouside cat
Wants in
But won’t come through
The cat flap.
I let him in..
He eats..
Then yowl!
He wants out.
No the cat flap
Is only set to open
Inwards…
I let him out
Ten minutes later..
Knock knock!
Cheeky cat!
Who owns who?
Blossom!
Sign of spring
Fluffy and pink,
Clouds of colour
Coming through
Brief but beautiful
Soon to fly away
Torn by the wind.
Confetti of nature
Dancing on the breeze
Blossom.
Seen on a walk
Mural of flowers
Bright and beautiful
Who was the artist
Who loved colour
Expressed joy
Have to their community
Shared happiness.
I’m glad to see it
As I walk past.
Today’s trees
Gnarley trees in the graveyard
Stand and wave hello
We walked beneath their boughs today
Watching them slowly grow.
Allowed to reach maturity
Their girth spreading wide,
Leaves will be opening soon
Bringing them back to life.
Spring and Easter come again,
The end of winter strife.
Objects
Random
Objects
For my course.
A found skull,
A cat shaped
Ring holder
A penny farthing
Ornament.
No rhyme or reason
Just colourful
With some meaning
For me.
All around this hat…
Trees and road markings,
black asphalt,
branches reach out and hold hands,
a pylon of arching twigs.
Shimmering blue sky,
with added silver,
dreaming of spring days.
If I look closely?
I see slitted pupils,
in great round eyes,
the hat metamorphoses
into a black beak?
Gold, black and blue,
brightly hued,
your cages of twigs,
snare birds who
nest in warm romance.
She’s got a good stare!
Unblinking, bright eyed.
She knows what she wants..
Love
Food
Safety.
She will stare
And stare
Hypnotically
Till she melts your heart.
What do you want?
You ask, gently..
She stands,
Stretches
Reaches out her paws
Puts her paws on your knees
And claws holes in them!
Stop taking photos?
Why should I?
Seeing this on a bench.
I took a photo
Why not?
Someines memory,
A lost Christmas wreath.
Someone used to sit here?
Recalled in dead foliage
And silk bows..
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