Prompt 26 Hour 21
She was all fight
and no promise,
as wild as they come.
A kitten to milk
she would never be
But a lioness
to prey
Always.
C. Churchill
Prompt 26/H21-Cats and Gravity
It isn’t in my way
The table is nice and clear
But it wasn’t there yesterday
Really, it shouldn’t be there now
Only I can choose, but mom and dad disprove
Knowing this I swish my tail and shrug
Either way, I think I’ll push it over
Hershey
Your muzzle grows white Poor, old girl. Affection starved Hoping this time Someone will have time Someone will help with the stairs Someone will brush me And feed me And walks me And loves me.
21 Doodle and Houdini
Doodle and Houdini
Were resting on the bed,
When Doodle heard a noise,
And lifted up his head.
“Houdini, what was that?
Houdini, did you hear?
It sounded like a cat!
Open up your ears!”
Houdini stretched and yawned
Before saying “Holy Cow!
I think you’re right, Doodle.
That was a ‘Meow’. “
So, off the twosome raced,
Yapping as the sped,
Forgetting further sleep,
Upon the warm, red bed.
Prompt 25/After Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot
Suggested by and quoting selected words and phrases from “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot.
Some soft October night after we’ve wandered as far as you’ll allow yourself to be walked
past sawdust restaurants, where straw arguments are dipped in tar and left
to adorn gardens designed to resemble ancient ruins,
we finish dancing around each other’s point.
We never window shop without overhearing some tedious argument or another,
but for a hundred indecisions, we agree it’s not worth
telling each other what drugs we took before we predicted
their hundred visions and revisions.
Nothing shouts disturb the universe like disagreeing which one of your visions
has heavier implications for all the voices dying with a dying fall
and then, which one of us will admit that limping at dusk through narrow streets
is just circular logic?
Which one of us said we couldn’t relate to the songs of our peers because
we doubted those artists will sing to me?
Sure, you’ll still sing Nat King Cole in your best crooner’s voice,
but your morning shouts will wake us before we drown.
Being Stuck
Being stuck sucks
Specially when you dont know what to do
You panic, you cry, you want fresh air
But all you get is disappointment
You oppose being unable to move
But you have to give up to the circumstances
You feel the walls are coming towards you
As if you will be crushed between them
You scream, you shout for help but everything is in vain
Being stuck sucks
My Sweet
Your prickly outer cover
Is adorable to behold
You tiny little black nose
Wiggles with cheer untold.
Your tiny little body
Just makes me want to smile
If I had you near me
I’d go the extra mile.
I’d give you lots of yummies
I’d give you lots of love
I’d give you lots of comfy stuff
That would fit you like a glove.
I’d talk to you so sweetly
We’d hold a dialogue
If I could call you mine
You charming little hedgehog.
Hopes
our hopes are our goals
we all have our roles
Heartbeat
we may have a soul
and should not be droll
Complete
be more and be whole
don’t seek a loophole
Upbeat
Survival is Food, Life is Communication
My dog is often bored
But I hope he’s happy when he rests his head on my lap
When you live entirely in the moment
the fullness of existence is what you are right now
Foods foods- yay
Alone anxious- sads
Happy excited- wow
In pain- in pain forever
Maybe it’s less different than we presume
We feel the same way, we just worry about the future as well.