The Inkwell
#Garden #Animals
As fresh green grass
shoots up through hardened soil
winged squadrons
practice their manoeuvres
carefully
Nose diving into bird baths
splashing in the rainwater
searching out seeds
or occasional
Earthworm
with all this fun
caution – is in the air
those wing commanders better beware
for the resident puddytat
is watching – with a knowing stare!
Nobody can see me from here
i’m tucked up tighter than any ball of wool
in my spot on the corner
it’ll take the sharpest of eagle-eyes
to find me where i am
and if i can’t see where i am
they can’t either
Salford , 12th August 2021
He’s back home again,
heading through the gap in the gate – like nothing’s happened
Having spent many hours of yesterday evening and this morning
Hotfooting around his old haunts and
Helping himself to the finer things
His city can offer him – you know the stuff
Hotel and guesthouse kitchens tend to throw out…it’s a
Hunter’s delight if you know where to look
Heaven only knows what he’s been enjoying while you’ve been
Held fast in your bed – everything from
Hot Salmon to Fried cod.
#Promptuarium #Newmoon
It’s not like you didn’t see it coming
leaving the cats and dogs outside
on the sight of a new moon
For as the moonlight shone down
on your patch of green
something amazing indeed was seen
Dogs and cats all howling away
all through the night (and some of the day)
and even some of the local birds
were cheeping words
#Animals #Cats #Kittens
Inspired by the Salt & Pepper Design Team, i’ve been writing acrostics and poetry using some of their fab graphic fonts – I posted “Doggies” last week, so here’s something less canine, more feline
#SoCs #Spray
Surveying his kingdom
purched preening on his prime position
rivals daren’t come close
as the self professed “king of the close”
yells out to all comers – “keep off – that’s MINE!”
Salford, Monday 4th May
It’s early morning, as i rise
and the street is busy to my surprise
for waking up the chorus (Dawn)
a pussy cat, a little forlorn
He’d spent his time, with his pals last night
playing around under the street lights
but now Ra is up, it has to be said
this furry old cat wants in for his bed
His stomach is full, thanks to a friend on the street
corned beef from a can – a most tasty treat
but his thoughts turned to breakfast, as on street he did play
so off to the garden , he began to make way
And up is his owner, so he’s through the back door
and slowly he goes off to his bed on the floor
so while humans are out, with meetings they keep
our furry old pussycat, is in bed, sound asleep
Salford, 23rd October 2019
#Octpowrimo #cat #Memories
They called you crazy – but you were quite a character,
king of the garden and the dining room floor
ignoring the cat food – for sardines or cod
and eating fish batter – which I found rather odd
got into a fuss if little ones picked you up
but clawed for attention – worse than a pup
playing with wool balls – attending your brain
then jumping out th’window – into spring rain
You didn’t like little uns pulling your tail
but would destroy others dinners beyond the pail
dashing to your sleep spot and blanket to hide
hoping you wouldn’t be hurled outside
Sat watching telly – on the rug in the house
occasionally playing with your catnip mouse
flicking your tail, when you wanted a feed
and hiding under the sofa when you did a bad deed
A five line response to the picture provided for the prompt by Patricia’s Place @ https://patriciasplace.me/
perfectly pampered puddytat
ponders whats for tea
perhaps chicken or pork, or maybe – beef ?
his belief – but today his wish
is a big plate of fish
#fowc #duplicate
It’s like someone had put your cat
into the photocopier
for where there was one cat
looking for his lunch
there now was another
The Inkwell