Sky cat sculpts the clouds up high / carving them with dancing wings / then chases them across the sky / to shape them into other things In memory of our cat, Cloud, who lived large and viewed everything through[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
In brightest day or blackest night Give me the treats or I will bite Perhaps you didn’t hear me right Beware the power of my spite
This is a quick little limerick about a most indiscreet Cymric with a tail so small he’s just showing it all and my face I will never let him lick When people describe something as “poetic” they probably don’t intend a comparison[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I must forewarm you it will get a little colder I autumn make you happy now and as we both grow older whatever season it may be I’ll fall for you all over again you have been forewarmed […]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
your eyes can see 200 degrees a wider view than offered me and in the night you might notice all kinds of things I’m sure to miss but my eyes show me colors true vibrant orange and golden hues and[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
What was is that I can’t remember? I guess I’ll never know.