A paw in the face;
Wake up! Now feed me!
A sweet, funny face
meowing around the house.
A pushy determined head,
demanding a lap for hours.
A cat at home in Winter;
our home sweet home.
Emma
Tag: cat
Misty Mornings
A purring cat
Misty mornings with a chance of sun
Walking in nature
Writing, dreaming, and imagining worlds
Drinking tea
Listening to music
Watching the Winter moon after midnight
Talking to friends
Huggy Hugs
Some cooking
Staying at home with a book and a blanket
Naughty Wind
mercurial wind
the waste bins begin to dance
the cat’s fur is wild
bracing for an icy blast
hugging the protesting cat
Another Party
another afternoon party
the eternal romantic
lost in the champagne bubbles
conversation with the usual crowd
a scent lingers as you feel the sun
a door unlocked in your heart
the knowledge of a destiny
Coral cheeks give you away
the ground falls from under your feet
lost in the eyes of your best friend’s cat
The Neighbour
How will he be mine?
Cat-like in her scheming, a devious plan develops.
A frog lover, she thinks ‘danger’ and dresses as an Ophidian.
Slinking along in the grass, she never saw the snake.
He saw a flurry of grass, a flying snake, and the cute neighbour running towards him.
Ginger & The Bunny
A meeting in the backyard.
The bunny hops towards the smug ginger cat.
The cat takes a step forward, and the bunny remains steadfast.
The cat takes another step forward, ready to fight; the indomitable bunny hops over the cat, turns back, and giggles.
Naughty Seraphim
Paws pounce in the night
the whispering trees greet the
naughty Seraphim
Haiku: My Pet
my sweet darling pet
a fluffy cute butterball
meowing I’m spoilt
For Emma
Today would be Emma’s 16th Birthday.
When Emma died in June last year, well, I don’t think I have felt anything worse. I have lost my Brother, one of my Uncles, and my Father; however, if I had a child, I think losing Emma would be like losing a child.
Also, we had to put her to sleep, which hurts your heart like nothing else.
Emma will always be a part of our lives.
I wrote a Haiku for Emma. She was always trying to leave us when we would come home, so we had to arrive through the garage.
A paw on the glass
The key turns, open the lock
A pouncing welcome
The Passing of Emma…
Your fluffy face comes to me, and I think of the way you pawed my face, a meow, or sleeping beside Daddy.
On the saddest of days, I look at a cloud shaped like your ears with tears of sadness for you, my sweet girl, for you were my Emma, and now you are gone.
C & K 