Category: cat

Oh, No, Not Again … (Poem)

Oh, no, not another day of the inability to write
I’ve started seven pieces; not one of them is right
Frustration is building rapidly, hour after hour
I’ve lost my sense of humour; my expression rather dour

I had a late night yesterday; is that why I can’t write?
I look a little pale, and my complexion’s rather white
The cat’s a little better, though; she’s lying in her box
She’s peering out the window at the seagull flocks

I’m struggling to get this week’s piece of coursework done
I’m stuck and not finding it easy, and it’s not a lot of fun
I’m scouring the dictionary for words that I can use
Resorting to Thesaurus while I’m desperate for a snooze

Often, when I write, the words just seem to flow
Today, I should have finished this at least six hours ago
It’s Mother’s Day, for goodness sake; I ought to take a rest
This isn’t an exam or an English language test!

I don’t know where the time has gone; it’s almost time for dinner
If this was a competition, I surely wouldn’t be the winner
The evening’s drawing in now, and soon it will be dark
I’m at the point of giving up, so s%d this for a lark!!




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A Tired Day (A Poem)

I got up in the morning feeling rather low
I just cannot get going, and my progress is slow
I guess I can’t be happy every single day
Right now, at this moment, I’m wishing time away

Can’t concentrate on reading and not able to write
I’m still in my pyjamas and looking such a fright
The cat’s come out in sympathy; she’s looking all forlorn
She’s been dozing in her box, which is tattered and torn

She won’t go in the garden and doesn’t want to eat
She’s crawled out of her box and is sitting at my feet
The pair of us are moping all around the house
She’s not even tempted by the resident mouse

Should I call the doctor, or perhaps, I’ll call the vet
Both will cost a fortune, and I’m already in debt
I sit here looking vacantly through the kitchen door
Wondering what to do; I’m just dithering for sure

Here comes the local tomcat looking for a fight
He’s sitting on the fence in the last of the day’s light
My cat isn’t interested; she doesn’t want the stress
She wants to chill out; perhaps, a game of chess

I’m no good at games, so she’ll surely be the winner
I’m making up excuses like I’m going to cook the dinner
Later on, in bed, we can sleep away our sorrow
Roll on, ticking clock; we can start again tomorrow.



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A Long Tail (A Poem)

Puss slipped out of the cat flap
on a chilly winter’s day
She didn’t seem that bothered
and she didn’t want to play

She prowled around the garden
on the lookout for some prey
she chased the local tomcat
who refused to go away

She ducked below the side gate
and sidled ’round the front
I called her back with treats
but she was out there on the hunt

Puss wouldn’t come indoors again
She was having too much fun
I watched her scooting up the tree
Her game had just begun

At least there were no birds yet
as it was early in the year
I saw her climb back down again
without an ounce of fear

I called her once and once again
but she didn’t want to know
She didn’t seem to mind at all
that it had just begun to snow

I thought I’d leave her to it
She’d come back soon enough
but just ten minutes later
she dragged in a ball of fluff

I chased her ‘round the kitchen
and all around the hall
whatever she had caught
was minute, so very small

Eventually, she dropped it
It was a tiny little mouse
A baby, by the look of it
but running around the house

I picked up puss to move her
She tried to scratch and bite
I was ruining her fun
and she was up for a fight

I shut the door so quickly
and with her out of the way
I picked up little mouse
so he could live another day

But he had a wonky leg
I wasn’t sure what to do
My friend called for his death
by flushing him down the loo!

Horrified, I shouted, ‘no!’
He wasn’t going to die
I wanted him to have a chance
The poor, frightened little guy

I called the wildlife centre
They said they would call around
I popped the mouse into a box
and he made a squeaking sound

I knew that he would make it
Just needed some attention
A vet’s care and some love and fuss
and that was my intention

And puss was not impressed
and had not an ounce of shame
She slunk off to her bed
because I’d spoilt her little game.

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