The Inkwell#Octpowrimo #animals #halloween
Halloween seems to have come early
the lights outside have dimmed
nothing around in the skies
but on terra firma hear dogs and cats cry
they scamper around for a way in
disturbing stray metallic food tins
they really dont like to give their owners a fright
but watch as they head for that security light
Salford 17th October 2020
#Octpowrimo
Outside in the darkness
the spirits dance under the LED Nights
that cast their lights over the tarmac road
shadowy forms skip and hop over kerb and walk
while the cats on the doorstep look on
as the night sky twinkles with the far off light
and constellations watch the night time boogie
You couldn’t call him Black or white
he’s far too bright for that
dashing about the serengeti
and confusing all the cats
see his different coloured stripes are such
they make the whole place smile
so the lionesses don’t grab him for lunch
they’ve left him free for a while
The hippos think he’s amazing
The gazelles think just the same
The birds think he’s a great big flower
and land regularly on his frame
The bears are all a smiling
and the little ones all make their way
to say hello to the fellow with the rainbow stripes
the one who’s made their day.
#Socs #Song
It’s been really quiet recently.
Actors and musicians have been in their rooms
the theatres have closed because of a bug
no buskers on the street either
Something needed to be done
resident birds calling out in tune
celebrating the sunshine
telling the human beans indoors
it’s time to get up
Cats on a street pavement
Singing in chorus
On a street corner
Dogs howling at the moon
wailing a familiar tune
out in the midnight garden
#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
#SoCs #Animal #Sounds #Salford #Manchester
I
Friday night in the Manchester Air
the birds are out for the night
in certain spots where the birdseed flows
and the neon lights paint the town
Sometimes Red, Sometimes Blue
II
Cats are out, and on the prowl
kings of their own domain
out in their preened green jungle
playing with their catnip toys
Sounding out a evensong
before tucking in to impromptu lunch
III
Down by the deep
under the shade – sound of feathered bridge
canard and his friends enjoy their grub – discussing the days events
keeping close together
so they keep their little ones warm
IV
four paws return from patrol
result from the hunt ? minimal
no chance of a fishy surprise – so he lets out a wail
but whats this ? something meaty awaits
by the cat blanket
V
who’s this coming up the garden path
playing in the snow and rain
big paw prints heading for the door
tail in the air, big wet nose on the floor
grown up puppy asks – Hello ! Time for Tea ? I would agree
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 half opened eye toward the window
streaks of pastel cloud pepper the sky
local aviators practice their morning manoevres
before caged tigers are released into the wild
and rumbling wheels pass down the road
A tale of two neighbourhood cats – c/o my profile on allpoetry.com
Sat on a grassy spot,
someplace by the house
two brothers sit on the outside porch
dreaming about a mouse
They’re waiting for their mum
to serve up summat for tea
and have been playing in the backyard
rolling in the grass with glee
Prowling through the green grass
as not to be seen or heard
pouncing on patches of lawn
hunting for a bird
Climbing on tables and chairs
in their fur all black and white
pondering what’s their catfood tray
thinking – what’s for tea tonight ?
