Here are a couple of little poems inspired by my cats. Sadly both of them are no more but their memory lives on.
cat out the attic window
walking the ridge tiles
he always was a clumsy bugger
and I can imagine him slipping off
so I stand stock still until
he is back inside
been there done that
where’s the food
and we who simply watch
are left to deal with our own stuff
This really happened. One day the cat strolled out of the attic window and onto the roof, needless to say I was more distressed than he was. This second poem is about the joy of having a cat sitting on your lap.
the calmness of cats
sat on your lap
relaxed
boneless
purring
vibrations to heal your soul
I was given a new album by Manel recently and so I leave you with a song.
Until next time.
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