#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
Duplicate
Animals, Art, Cats, PoetryCat
Spill
Animals, Food, Poetry#Fowc #Kitchen #Spill
Some say “You can’t cry over spilt milk”
put into context – when that milk
is in a chocolate pudding – and its
landed on the kitchen floor – tears will flow as
lapping it up – instead of you – is your pet pussycat
Curious
Poetry#fowc #fandango #curious #cat #kitten #wool
Curiosity might be what killed the cat, but
up halfway on the stairwell
rolling about in grandma’s knitting
is a furry little fellow
on a hunt for the big woollen ball
up high of the pyramid
sat in the basket
Semantics
Animals, Poetry8th May 2019
#fowc #Definition #Meaning
Taken into consideration – what’s in a word
I mean – who came up with the
great idea to classify the indian pussy cat – a tiger
everybody knows he’s not your domestic tabby
reality is they cobbled together every cat – big or small – and gave them names
Corpse
Animals, PoetryThe deceased lay prone
Where it sent a message from beyond the skirting board
Everyone was surprised to find feathers,
Expecting to see a more furry resident in the gap
The only question…how did it get there?
In the corner, el gato sat innocent
Not saying a word, the
Goldfish kept a nervous silence
#fowc #corpse #inkdropk
Four paws
PoetryOut of the dawn
And the leaves of his hiding place
Comes the king of the urban jungle
Lightly skipping towards the garden fence
And a well furnished bowl
Of the latest catch
Breakfast beckons
Feathered Cacophony
Birds, Nature, PoetrySalford 26th September
What happens early morning…when someone’s been generous with the birdseed!
It begins quietly enough,
the graceful movement of flapping wings
stopping at an observation point
whilst they check out the opposition
The seed scatters , bouncing on the tarmac
and feathered friends, in an instant
become mortal enemies – as they nip and scratch and barge
to enable the best pickings
Noises increase from roof to tree
and Mums and dads say whats for tea
the little ones sit and wait
for something to fall on their dinner plate
Resident cats look from a distance
as the birds scrap on
unaware of
the dangers ahead
And with one sight of fur
feathers fly in a blur
as they think its best
to return to the nest
Manx Cat
Animals, PoetryMemory of a Moggy
Advanced in his years
Noted for the absence of an
eXistent tail
Cute as can be, wandering down peel harbour
As he looks out for fishy rewards
Tuna a favourite, but he’ll take Mackerel too
Creature
Animals, Cats, Poetrycapable of anything, the dockside cat.
running the roost over the old area of nine dock
eager to grab the pickings, that hide from
an expectant audience, more likely to see actors
than a furry tailed family, resident by the basin
usual routines the order of the day, watching the drains lining the
road, whilst the humans don’t really
expect to see a furry tailed visitor, mr puddytat keeps watch
Black cat
PoetrySalford, 4th February 2018
Singing it’s calls in the middle of the night
A black cat appears with four paws white
Out of the cover he pops up his head
Skipping into garden, waiting to be fed
Wailing kept silent, for his owner still sleeps
So round garden with mouse, he gently creeps
