Wed 28-Mar-07: Cat-tas-trophe

Background:
In 2005, I wrote 365 poems, one per day after hearing Suzanne Lori-Parks tell how she wrote one play a day for the previous year.  Mine? Some catty, some political...

Cat-as-trophe

That darned cat. No hat on this cat.
What did he do? What didn't he see?
Amazing he is, so frustrating for me.

A small situation, a pile of trouble.
Such a nice day for a pile of rubble.
Oh that cat, what a Cat-as-trophe.

It didn’t start out that bad.
Not one whit of trouble this morn.
Oh the trouble he's borne.

You see my fish, do you not?
No? Just look in his belly, right behind that chair.
The evidence is sitting in there!

Wed 14-Mar-07: Kittty Sleep

Kittty Sleep

What? Why would I want to move?
Oh. You want to get up?
Very well, I’ll get off of you.

Owner, you don’t need to worry
I’ll let you live here too.
I’m much happier when someone’s here
To take care of mee---oooh.

Life’s a breeze when you’re a cat.
Find a chair, take a nap.
Nibble some food, sip some water
Rest, and then start all over.

It’s quite a life, I do admit
I sit and look, then strech, strech, nap.
Time to rest, till you go to bed
Yawn, sigh, and nicey nap!.

Tue 06-Feb-07: Outlandish Affection

Outlandish Affection

That was sweet. Oh, it's you. You're a cat,
You're not supposed to rub against me like that.

On my stomach? With a paw, wrong person here.
Shouldn't you be on top of her, and not over here?

Swat my arm? You will pay. Don't do that I say.
Purring like a whistle, so loud it's disturbing.

You've gotta stop swatting, Your claws need some trimming.
You're fatter then Garfield, and not as amusing.

It's time to go out of my room for the night.
We throw you out, cause you scratch, and start a fight.

And in the morning all is well, when you run under foot
From the bedroom, to the kitchen, looking for more food.

Friday, December 8th (placeholder)

Friday December 8th, 2006

My hat has three corners
Three corners has my hat.

I wear many many hats. Do you?
I wear my boss one hat,
It's clean and has no cats.

I go to work each day and night
And have no time to fight

I wear my boss two hat at home
And stop my cat
Who scratches on the bed
And then gets kicked out on his head
And is locked outside in the hall

Noise Thursday 11/16/06

Note ( I have shown my writing conversions here from prose to (what I call) poetry)

As I sit here at home

I am surrounded by noise.

Water splashing off wall of fish tank

Cat's feet plodding on the table, looking to be pet.

Hmmmmm,- Hmmmmmm, Hmmmmmm Cat humming in ear, purring contentedly.

Swish, swish, swish, Plat. Goes the bricklayer fixing the steps across the street.

Aruuum- Aruuum- Aruuum-Aruuum The truck mounted vacuum cleaner sucking the leaves from the street.

Slap, slap, slap. The helpers slapping their rakes, to push leaves into the vacuum.

Ah-ooooooooooo-OUCH. Cat scratches against skin. Back to reality.