Cats of the world (or rulers of said place, which ever way you want to look at it)

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“Cats are great, cats are fun, cats are playing under the shining sun” Gun Roswell

Cats of the world (or rulers of said place, which ever way you want to look at it)

The cats will cheer you up, no matter what and how much you can and will huff and puff
Watch them at play, with the stupidest object imaginable, a scrap of paper perhaps
The game going on and on and on, until that very moment, the cats get tired of the thing
But then, they will most certainly start to sing, if not even one present for them did you bring
And that concert of very loud meows will last until the small kitties get their deserver chow
So, better get that handy, what ever kind of cat candy you will them cuddly, fluffy cats serve
As you are that one time special person, the felines will want to keep for now at least, around
That is, until something better comes along at least, that is their ongoing pun, am I right?!

Older and definitely wider (never wiser)

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“Older and wiser! My ass! I think older and wider is more apt, literally, just look at it!” Gun Roswell

Older and definitely wider (never wiser)

Each and every morning I am going through the exact same boring routine
As I observe myself from the bathroom mirror, the image worse each day to be seen
All the smile caused wrinkles and here I am placing the sarcastic pair of air quotes
Well, the could be quite distinguished and simply more than fine
But it’s the other parts, which bother more as you see they are getting more and more wide
Except, well, the smile, which gets more narrow to the point of a beak of a sparrow
Smaller and duller and not like those other mentioned places, which are getting fuller and fuller
The old adage, some people still dare to say, that of getting wisdom with age?
Only it is a total sham and worse of it all is, that it came with cans of spam!
And of course I dared myself and ate the whole huge damned lot
So now I am neither the winner of the pot and I think I likely ran out of luck
As I am getting much older now, only not as I had hoped, the kind of wiser
But definitely with each and every passing day, I will be the more wider!

Ready to set sail for the free day?

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“It’s always good to get to the seaside for a boat ride, no matter what size it might just be“ Gun Roswell

Ready to set sail for the free day?

As the weekend finally begins, it is also the time for the heart to sing, not just because it is the end of the working week once again, but also because this means, setting trail for the seaside and then it is only a matter of time to hoist the sails and steer the boat towards the setting sun, or at least that will follow later, as the early morning haters, are now up and about, giving the passersby a shout of joy, as thus, the free time has begun and if lucky enough, the time of fun also begins. It’s not all just fun and games, a lot of work will be involved while being on board, but whatever needs to be done, sure beats the homey chores. And if the weather remains on our side, then the limit is the ocean wide and the open skies, and in my book, that is simply fine. Then after a while of sailing, a break is needed for the reeling. Time for eating, swimming and simply being, alive and well, inhaling the smells of the sea. Then off again, to some more time on the waters spend. If the choice was there, sailing to the world end, would be something, on the agenda, but for now, a quick three days dash, will clear up the itching rash, figuratively as the need for the sea, is always present when stuck on land. So, enjoying this time while we can, and that is really all we can ask.

The secret on the other side of the window

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“There are secrets behind all windows, dare to peek inside?” Gun Roswell

The secret on the other side of the window

The split glass window on the mysterious looking wall
Was inviting passersby curious enough to explore
To take a long peek of what might lie behind the sleek
And small size but still perfectly cut to fit squares
Hardly even see through but inviting nevertheless
To bring forth the underlying adventurer and dare devil
And to seek out what ever mystery there was to uncover
Behind those four individual blocks of tainted glass
Because this game was about to begin and those on board
Would be assured a play of a life time when the chime
Dinged three times and then, there would be no turning back
As stepping through the window made of four blocks of glass
Was a portal to the unknown, to be now known to the those
Daring without scaring venturing into the world beyond

Snail, Snail on the Porch lay (or moved, not sure)

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“Slimy they be. Maybe, but also quite fine-y, predicting the weather and all, so for an animal that small, I dare the weather person to do the same with just their own antennae!” Gun Roswell

Snail, Snail on the Porch lay (or moved, not sure)

The weather forecast of a stormy and rain filled day, was about to turn in to a finding on display, at least, on the world wide web as the slimy snail looked too cool to ignore, so what the heck. Snap, snip, post, done, what could have been more fun? Certainly not sitting in a darkened room staring at the ‘puter all day long, even if the feeling of missing the working day seemed wrong.

Well, as it turned out, sitting beside the small snail on the porch, for the better part of the afternoon, soon turning to eve, which came way too soon, as watching the small animal making its way to the hide out chosen by its mate was more of an adventurous day the pix snapper had had in a long, long while! And that in itself, was definitely worth a wide smile, am I right!?

A golden moment arrived

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“That golden moment, reflected, in the windows, in the afternoon light – looks like we live in the golden city!” Gun Roswell

A golden moment arrived

The windows reflecting the light
As the afternoon’s sun is still bright
Colouring all the surfaces with gold hue
Completely irradiating the feeling of blue
A lyrical moment for the mundane grey
The feeling of dull quickly fading away
As the tall towers and the low windows
Make us believe in fairy tales and wonders
Our city now the golden one
Before the illusion comes undone
And we are back to the mundane vision
Of dull surfaces needing revision

A seat on the shady side of the sun

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“A seat on the shady side, after an exploratory day in the fun filled sun, is a nice find” Gun Roswell

A seat on the shady side of the sun

The weary traveler still pushes on, even if the day has been far too warm and way too long
Gotta go, gotta see, gotta feel, gotta do and that one final monument or explore the long lost mystery
But then at the brink of total exhaustion, when on the very last nerve the traveler is trying to hold on
In desperate need, of any kind of chair, bench or seat, one small respite to see, and at least for a minute to take a seat
Alas there are so many other seekers running on their empty feelers and so, the so far denied desperate measures
Finally kick in and with the last ounce of strength, running that final stretch to that one vacant bench
And luckily, it was on the shady side, of a solemn kind of a lonely street, just the place no one had yet seen
Except now, me, as I reach before yielding to total defeat, of the ever present heat all around, but a respite nevertheless I have found
So, it’s ok for a while, taking deep breaths while settling to the calm and now, it will be a long while before I will move again

Cats a packing

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“The cats are packing again, on the yards, in the streets, even in the cities, heck they are filling up the land as fast as they can! And isn’t that just grand!” Gun Roswell

Cats a packing

The cats of all shapes and sizes, all breads and kinds, started slowly but surely pouring out from each and every woodwork possible. The were numbered at first in tens and hundreds but as they kept on coming, the city soon was filling up, with furry creatures of the types of felines, making their b-lines to the very centre of the city, and soon enough, there was no place to lay your step as each and every single vacant and even non-vacant patch of the land was filled with cats. They are filing up to the trees, as the streets are full. Some of them climbing up the ladders, all the way to the houses roofs. If this was their plan to conquer earth, it was certainly full proof, as there is really nothing the Hoomans can do, to stop this cat riot of sorts of happening. As they are coming in full force and they seem to all be packing. The overwhelming cuteness of it all that is us Hoomans to please and hey, it’s perfectly working as there is no resisting, this over blow in the tiny brains of this so called Human race.

Water front

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“The waters beckon the weary traveller for a relaxing swim” Gun Roswell 

Water front

The calming ocean view with an ever changing hue
Is the best place to have a much deserved break
After a long days of work, feeling like a drained jerk
Then taking a long walk to the alluring waters front
Sitting down while waiting for that permanent frown
To slowly die down as watching the soft hitting waves
Or the sandy beaches make their supposed escape
After a while, something odd is happening, a smile!
As the brain system quiets down off the effect of wow
As this is nature’s healing at best, so forget the rest
Nothing can beat this awesome view and calming effect
Which only from the great wide outdoors you can get

Moo moo from the roof top!

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“The cow on the roof top stood and shouted out a loud “Moo y’all, come on and have a ball!”” Gun Roswell

Moo moo from the roof top!

The black and white large cow stood, up on the highest of roof tops as she just could
It was a sign of something new on the rising, as the big bovine towards the horizon
Was arising and then, without much of any kind of warning, opened her wide muzzle
Because today was not the time for a cure nuzzle, rather a shout out to the group of cattle
To come and join her in the heated battle, as today, they were finally getting their way
Breaking free of all them shackles, the hooman peoples had forced them on for ever
Soon enough the whole large herd of them appeared, their hoofs stomping the ground
Giving their moo thanks to the special one on the roof top who had their freedom finally found
And then, as per a unified stance, they gave their former keeper one more final glance
Before stampeding off to the wide beyond, never to be seen or heard of except in tall tales
Sung by the bards when it was safe, as this was one set of cows, nobody wanted to piss off