That tribal beat
human voices rising
Instruments playing
somewhere, somehow
Chanting in unison
harmonies intertwining
Music played
silently or together
Nature’s best wonder!
Mail Theft
They are getting bolder these days.
Walking up and taking unguarded parcels.
Or riding their bikes through the townhomes
checking every mail box for the good stuff.
The postal workers can only do so much.
The rest is up to us.
Revenge through an exploding dog poop parcel
may seem sweet,
or stinky
but I would recommend asking them in for tea.
That usually makes them run away faster
than you would imagine.
Sleep would be Nice
That old problem
middle of the night.
Heat overwhelming
and the sheets too tight.
Cats are confused
why is the human up?
Because I can not sleep
so a bowl of ice cream
licked clean
is my vice!
Love is Natural
So is hate
but they are not the opposites
that many assume.
Love is counteracted by disappointment
and grief.
Hate is undermined by empathy
and understanding.
Which is why
ignorance may be bliss
for those who love to hate.
Ignorance it seems is more powerful these days.
Flowering Cat
The plant has grown
and a full grown feline has emerged.
Sitting so pretty
with eyes as big as the moon.
Treats are demanded
as she licks her paws clean.
Then you notice
the shriveled plant underneath.
Maybe this is why
that plant isn’t doing so well.
If some kitty keeps sitting on it
no wonder its crushed!
A new Nemesis
The scents are different.
New and exciting.
Walking around provides clues
as the Thunderstorm
announces it imminent arrival.
Then he spots him.
His nemesis sitting there
on the back porch.
Beside the gray male is the new cat.
Pure white and female.
His nemesis has a new girlfriend.
Out numbered now
my cat knows a
retreat is in order.
Fireworks or …
The quick repetition and
rat a tat tat
is loud and breaks the night air.
There is no lingering smoke from rocket launched
so a call to the authorities it is.
King of the hill
I never liked that game.
I would always be pushed off.
Other kids can be mean.
Though watching the pigeons
I smile at their version as they gather round the feeding station.
One puffs up his feathers
Warning and shooing a few away
As others sneak up behind him.
Eventually the ravens come
And the previous owner of the rock has flown away.
A Maybe Nice Day
Upon opening eyes the world is grey.
Looking up at the sky sees clouds.
Though in the clearer section of the skies
Sunshine peeks through timidly.
Will it rain all day,
intermittently
or will the clouds be chased away
and the full strength of the sun
be allowed to come blazing down?
Not my Fault
I reap the benefits
even though I did nothing wrong.
Those previous made the mistakes
and I enjoy the rewards.
All too soon though
what happened in the past
is revealed to all who care to see
and the simple pleasure I received
no longer gives me joy.
