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The following is a mostly true account involving pet cat Mimi, who was quite an adventurous indoors/outdoors cat. I say 'mostly true', because I obviously cannot read the feline's thoughts.
________
‘If only I had something new,’
she thought, ‘something adventurous
to do, like when the fields grew tall
fields from which wild fowl fed and flew’;
she the black feline feisty and precious
needed something new or to climb the wall.
.
She walked over to the windowpane
and looked out to the neighboring homes
to where she hoped to find something
—something new, beyond the back lane
rocky road where she often roams
to where her eyes would be wandering.
And when her attention was caught
by the towering shingle roof
sheltering the large corner store
she at once decided she ought
to climb to its high peak as proof
of her worth to those who did her adore.
Through the yards one by one she went
glancing around this and that corner
over then under fences tall
till she stood at the wall she’d meant
to conquer as a foreigner
without any fear that she’d fall.
She looked to the two garbage cans
leaning against the wooden shed
right next to the store that was so pink;
up she jumped, her feet and hands
reached the top by but a thread
of no better place could she think.
Having achieved her noteworthy climb
she gazed over to the swaying trees
unaware that her hostess stood near;
at the bus stop as passed the time
the woman looked up into the breeze
and saw her feline who knew no fear.
Thus the feline had done something new
and not seeing her hostess’s stare
she returned home fulfilled and content
for from this day excitement she drew
and she thought again she’d climb and dare
those high places worthy of her scent.
The following also is a mostly true account involving Mimi, who loved to play with my feet as I slept.
_________
She laid by his bared feet
at the foot of his bed
though in his dream they’d meet
which they did in his head.
For this sleek black feline
she’d been in there before
such she’d never decline
as that cat he’d adore.
A myth it couldn’t be
that her claws touched his toes
as the dreaming did he
was about that she knows.
The dream she boldly caught
that night she did invade
was the dream she had sought
the dream she’d long delayed.
Within she placed her claws
upon his sleep-bound feet
all performed with no flaws
then and there they did meet.
Though not feeling abused
by prickling on his toes
he still looked down confused
at each of five toes, two rows.
Naught of her did he find
in his dream created
though back to wakened mind
he saw her and stated
‘Mimi, it’s you — you rascal!’
yet he still adored her
while finding special
her response a smooth ‘mrrrrr’.
From the thick mattress down
she landed easy goes
as he said, ‘You little clown —
you leave alone my toes.’
Thought she: ‘Again we’ll meet
as you dream fast asleep
when the toes on your feet
from my paws you cannot keep.’
An Ode to Mr. SIMON’S DRINKING PROBLEM
It’s clear dear cat you’ve had a water drink
For it hangs thick and low from your thin chin
As a large drop through which light rays glisten
Then a flicker of your tongue’s tip quite pink
Comes with a sway of your tail, its kink
So noticed like that water drop again
(And you without a little silk napkin)
Your habit’s one endearingly distinct.
Plus your drinking problem leaves us no stink
Like old food stuff or hard liquor like gin
And into a bad thing you didn’t sink
You’ve committed naught resembling a sin
Habits can still be dropped in an eye’s blink
While having you near’s my mind’s medicine.
The following is a mostly true account involving pet cat Mimi, who was quite an adventurous indoors/outdoors cat. I say 'mostly true', because I obviously cannot read the feline's thoughts.
________
‘If only I had something new,’
she thought, ‘something adventurous
to do, like when the fields grew tall
fields from which wild fowl fed and flew’;
she the black feline feisty and precious
needed something new or to climb the wall.
.
She walked over to the windowpane
and looked out to the neighboring homes
to where she hoped to find something
—something new, beyond the back lane
rocky road where she often roams
to where her eyes would be wandering.
.
And when her attention was caught
by the towering shingle roof
sheltering the large corner store
she at once decided she ought
to climb to its high peak as proof
of her worth to those who did her adore.
.
Through the yards one by one she went
glancing around this and that corner
over then under fences tall
till she stood at the wall she’d meant
to conquer as a foreigner
without any fear that she’d fall.
.
She looked to the two garbage cans
leaning against the wooden shed
right next to the store that was so pink;
up she jumped, her feet and hands
reached the top by but a thread
of no better place could she think.
.
Having achieved her noteworthy climb
she gazed over to the swaying trees
unaware that her hostess stood near;
at the bus stop as passed the time
the woman looked up into the breeze
and saw her feline who knew no fear.
.
Thus the feline had done something new
and not seeing her hostess’s stare
she returned home fulfilled and content
for from this day excitement she drew
and she thought again she’d climb and dare
those high places worthy of her scent.
The following also is a mostly true account involving Mimi, who loved to play with my feet as I slept.
_________
She laid by his bared feet
at the foot of his bed
though in his dream they’d meet
which they did in his head.
.
For this sleek black feline
she’d been in there before
such she’d never decline
as that cat he’d adore.
A myth it couldn’t be
that her claws touched his toes
as the dreaming did he
was about that she knows.
.
The dream she boldly caught
that night she did invade
was the dream she had sought
the dream she’d long delayed.
Within she placed her claws
upon his sleep-bound feet
all performed with no flaws
then and there they did meet.
.
Though not feeling abused
by prickling on his toes
he still looked down confused
at each of five toes, two rows.
.
Naught of her did he find
in his dream created
though back to wakened mind
he saw her and stated
‘Mimi, it’s you — you rascal!’
yet he still adored her
while finding special
her response a smooth ‘mrrrrr’.
.
From the thick mattress down
she landed easy goes
as he said, ‘You little clown —
you leave alone my toes.’
Thought she: ‘Again we’ll meet
as you dream fast asleep
when the toes on your feet
from my paws you cannot keep.’
An Ode to Mr. SIMON’S DRINKING PROBLEM
.
It’s clear dear cat you’ve had a water drink
For it hangs thick and low from your thin chin
As a large drop through which light rays glisten
Then a flicker of your tongue’s tip quite pink
Comes with a sway of your tail, its kink
So noticed like that water drop again
(And you without a little silk napkin)
Your habit’s one endearingly distinct.
.
Plus your drinking problem leaves us no stink
Like old food stuff or hard liquor like gin
And into a bad thing you didn’t sink
You’ve committed naught resembling a sin
Habits can still be dropped in an eye’s blink
While having you near’s my mind’s medicine.