The InkwellSat in a moon lit pool of brilliance
Puss looks around the darkness surrounding him
Often he’d go out of the house
To head out for a walk on the town with the
Lads, but the
Instance of the news means – nobodies visiting so
Going garden hunting is a solo pursuit
He’ll spend the time in a patch of green
Taking in the stars instead
Salford 1st July 2020
#writeclub #monsters #poetry #kidspoetry
as part of my write club challenges, i wrote a piece about a “Monster” with claws and teeth and horns – more like a caterpillar with 100 Feet!
(Anyone with kids remember a Lotsa-Lotsa-Leggs ? 🙂 )
I know , you know its not halloween
but i’ve got to tell you about this thing i’ve seen
snaking round Salford’s streets
with over a hundred colourful feet
A fluffy centipede , orange fur, purple hair
grown ups walking past they stare
at multi coloured spikes on his back
they move on quickly – in case of attack
If they had thought – they’d would have seen
those spikes were just fur
he want’s something to munch on
to sleep and to purr
And who does he bump into ? – our neighbours cat
who gives him some room in the upstairs flat…
so before going to bed, he eats leaves and shoots
resting on a mat, his hundred or so boots
And during the dusk, you’ll see them both play
with a ball made of wool – in a particular way
playing under the moon and having some fun
and enjoying a nap – when the day has begun
#Fowc #Yarn
Salford, 2nd June 2020
You can make all kinds of garment from this
A Cardigan, a Hoodie, a Hat or a Scarf
Reaction to their creation – from the kids – a smile
Not forgetting the family cat who’s trying to catch the ball around the room
#Salford #Birds #Blue #Skies
24th May 2020
Swiftly flying through the blue
a whole host of feathered friends
lift their wings and soar through the air
for while the humans stay indoors
only the odd cat need be looked out for as they
roll about and enjoy the summer air
dancing around the tree tops and saying hello through the windows
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
#writeclub #sentry #cat
Sat outside the house
expectations – minimal
No – one is going to get past this clever cat
they will get an awful shock if they try from those
really pristine clipped claws
you think he’s a house cat – he’s more of a tiger!
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
#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
