“Snow fell, upon a branch for a spell, until such time, when it’s warm again” Gun Roswell
Snowy Branches
Fresh snow fell, on the branches of the trees in the forest. But there was no one to see that, so was it then really real or not? Maybe there was snow there, maybe not, but the scenery, imaginary or perhaps, someone manage to snap that much coveted picture even. Even if it was all just fake, then that is fine, as in my very own mind, I am enjoying the cold wintry scene, from a forest, filled with trees, covered, in snow, freshly poured down snow, thinking of taking a stroll there, and enjoy my time in the fresh cold weather, until it’s time to change to something else completely.
“Two cats sleeping, three cats sleeping, even more cats sleeping, yes, I do seem to collect them and now, they are filling, the house!” Gun Roswell
Cats a sleeping
Two of them, were snoring, one was gently purring, as the three cats, were neatly piled together, for a great and relaxing nap. As the room was quiet and no one was disturbing them, not even, the noise mice, so taking some time off, from the hunt, was certainly, quite nice. It had been a long day, after all, for the three of them, always on the prowl, sometimes acting cool and quiet, sometimes protesting with loud meows. But for now, it was the end of a long working night, and so, the cats could take their rest, until such time, when the dinner bell dinged and the food was served, but before that, there could be some time to play to be reserved, because these kitties, no matter no longer young, sure liked to play with their toys and have lots of fun. Still, that was not yet the plan, as the napping continued, over the rug close to the fireplace, for a few more hours, all else be damned!
“Look, through the window, look outside, into, the open world wide!” Gun Roswell
Look out!
Above these fluffiest of clouds, ever so high Life, all the way so fast, passing me by On these biggest of wings, on the fly Looking out, for any and all of the signs Of maybe, some kind of, extraordinary life But, for me, here, today, the only thing I can see Are the endless mountains and maybe, the sea
In the open waters of the far away archipelago On an barren island, totally for myself, borrowed The life, is passing by, so utterly and unbelievable slow The weather constantly changing, from sun to flow Of so much rain, against all of the open windows And, without much of anything, really to do On this forsaken world and in my small bungalow
A suburban afternoon, spent, inside as once again, barred From the common place of a playground, on the large yard So, the only pass time for now, is to watch the life, through My oh so very small and shadowed window, with a view But, the place, is seemingly at least for today, deserted As there are simply, no people or any kind of sounds, reverberated Through the concrete build, of this community, of suburbia
Waiting, once again, same as every day, for the always delayed lift After a long and really hard (and absolutely shitty) work shift Feeling bored, and maybe, this is really not the time for any of it But I am always interested, in any kind of happening, totally hip So, once again, spending time, watching, through the panoramic windows As the lift car downwards shifts and I am able to better see the show Starting on the streets, at this hour of the ever, life so interesting, I go And join the others there, instead of just standing by the window and stare
“There is snow on the ground again, a lot of it!” Gun Roswell
Peekaboo, through the view
A forestry type setting As the son slowly letting The change of something Quite new and alluring White and crispy clean Still untouched not seen The view from behind The trees to a divine Setting from a fairytale Which is not for sale And lasting only for a while And then it’s gone with a cry But even if you manage somehow To capture the image right no You can see much more Than any picture has in store A moment of perfection Fleeting by to a direction New and most likely fine
“Curiosity, made the cat, venture out into the wide world” Gun Roswell
Curious Cat
The almost completely, white coloured observant smart cat On the clear cut and hard stone covered patio sat Ears, neatly, steered, towards the upon coming sounds As if intended to come her way, from over, the clouds Intently, she was always watching, the endless skies As if looking for something or someone, over there flying Maybe just, a small bird, or then again, even a loud plane Eyes, intently, fixed on what ever it was, just the same Nothing and no one ever passed, the vigilant cat by As she kept on observing, perhaps, with a hint of smile After all, she was aptly named, by those of her keepers Whose house she liked to stay in, before each day dreaming While looking up into the endless blue and fluffy cloud filled skies The name of Curious Cat, landed on her, and that, is no lie And to be faire and honest, the cat really did not mind After all, she was well kept and the only thing of her required Was to keep doing her thing, admiring, everything around Even if she could only fantasise of flying, seated on the ground
“Ain’t nuttin’ wrong with a wee bit if rain, to wash away all of them stinky stains, which all over remain, after, well everything” Gun Roswell
The rain and the blurry
The everyday people, on the streets scurry Causing, the image take, to get really blurry As not all of them, seem to be in such a hurry Or then, it is simply, the ever falling rain Making all the motions of everyone, exactly the same Fusing into one and other, on the busy lanes Causing all the pictures momentarily seen, to each other blend But, there is no more time, on this specific scene to spend Even if I would get an umbrella from someone as a lend It would be impossible, to escape the downpour The only option would be to pray for sunshine or something more Alas, for now, the weather as is, even though a spot sore Will have to do as the allotted time is of the essence As in this place my current presence Will need to be hauled out in a few more seconds So, what ever needs to be captured, during this time Whether the images blurry or then simply, just fineI have done the job I needed to do, to get by And so, for now, I am outta here!
Whether looking for a wine tasting Or a payphone to call back home You may find something amazing When you are on the roam Follow all the signs They will lead you to a price But you may be surprised When the credit card bill arrives
“Fall colours in black and white! How odd!” Gun Roswell
Monochrome Magic (3)
Hiding leaf
A half rotten leaf Hang on to the tree So strongly willed That even the chills Of autumn weather Could not breach the tether As strong as the mighty oak It was grabbing on Some said, it was a joke Nothing could survive The circle of life
“Well,” said the lone leaf “In your face Mother Nature, Serves you to let your hatred Leashed onto a poor piece of dying matter But now I am finally striking back at ya So, deal with it, For I ain’t taking shit I’ll be here Way until next year!”
“Fall colours in black and white! How odd!” Gun Roswell
Monochrome Magic (2)
Berried treasure
On the strongest of tree branches A bunch of free range berries launching Their planned dive, several feet high Plunging into the ground below With sounds loudly thundering Making the earth tremor and wondering Wether an earthquake of a great magnitude Hit the surroundings without prelude
