“The sun was shining as per usual, reflecting warmth, over the tops” Gun Roswell
Sunshine Cat
The tiny cat, in the warming sunshine sat Without even wearing, one simple kind of hat Alas That is really not exactly the real catch Of this tiny of a tale of the sunshine cat
The point being, it is always so completely warm Especially, after that cold and rainy storm As a fact That is why the cat, decided on that spot To sit and fully the rays in soak, on that dot
So leave it to the furry feline kinds of friends To find the best places themselves to mend A cat In the sunshine, simply, enjoying the sunshine And in all of our own minds, that is what we too want
“It’s too early and way too dark and I cannot see much of anything! So, guess it must be, a November morning!“ Gun Roswell
Autumn morning in Suburbia
Very early, in the morning hours, after, a very quick shower Looking outside, my window, and here, is what I do know:
It’s the very month of November now, the year gone by, so very fast I hardly had the time, to really look around, and then it was already past The moment, and already, the new year soon knocking, at my door And I had not even bought, any kind of presents, from the store Because the tradition demanded, that of a celebration, at the turning Of a new leaf of this so called life, we are supposed to have been living But, as I turn to take a good look outside, and the similar view I see Each day, seemingly the same, all year round, except now, it is less green I know the clock is ticking, and slowly but surely each day, is changing The view now so familiar to me, but, soon will turn to something completely Different, and then again, I will be here no more, to watch all the seasons As they continue their ever lasting rotation, outside this same window The circle of life some say, and hey, that’s just fine, but then one day I would really like to stop the time, and take a really good look, anyway
“Life, in a lighthouse, can be, mostly, a louse, but only, if you let it” Gun Roswell
The lighthouse keeper
The dreary lighthouse, with its grumpy kind of keeper, solemn and all alone The only function, for this, keeper, is to make sure, the blinking lights are on Climbing, each and every single night, up the tall stairs, in a blight As keeping on, the ever-shining beacon, is an ongoing arduous fight No matter the weather, no matter the time of year, the task always there Waiting, each evening, for the keeper to stay alert, while getting upstairs After all, the safety, of so many ships, passing by, is so high And completely dependent, on this one and only keeper, to have in mind Never resting, always alert, even if the feeling of a somewhat jerk But the light must be kept burning, no matter what else in the world is churning Certainly, not a task, for any kind of adventurer or even a thrill seeker As this is the lonesome job, of this lonely and sometimes angry lighthouse keeper
“The colour so bright, this thing, totally, caught my eyes!“ Gun Roswell
Red Trike
The painted fire red engine colour shining across the grey a monotonous basement of a parking lot, and it really wasn’t that difficult to spot, that totally gorgeous vehicle of a thing parked across a few dull looking four wheeled drives, so guess this tiny thing, just wanted to survive, the looks given by those big ass bullies, mocking its very existence, while missing a wheel, for instance.
“What the hell kind of a car are you anyway?” One suburban, one the larger side, with its wheels ever so large and wide asked, the tiny thing, huddled away now, in the corner to stay while, its driver was doing the shopping for the weekend, and some time away from this small trike spend.
“I am a trike, but weather proof!” The red vehicle replied, trying that, with a small smile, after all, this was its first time ever, in a great big mall, and to be honest, it really did not like at all, the banter, or rather hate talk, from all the others around there, giving it the scare.
“Oh, a trike huh?” A regular size car, commented, with a snarl, “Where does your owner, get to put all the haul, which they will most certainly have on them, as they come down from the shops.” It stated snidely as if it had some kind of revelation widely unravelled. “There is no real trunk or any kind of other place to put on all that junk, they will most certainly have scoped out, from all them shops and then bought, surely you can see the dilemma and the irony, of being such a tiny, tiny thing, despite the red armoury?”
The red trike thought for a moment, then with a loud huff and puff, it extended out its sides, making the body of it ever so wide, but with a large smile, a bit of an evil one at that, the red trike, showed off its assets quite nice, as the two, quite big tubes appeared, and as the very lids of them sprung open, the others, those even with snide remarks, could see now, clear as day, that this small trike, had a lot more on display, than what the spying eyes initially had seen.
“What do you think about my trunk now?” The red trike barked out, “Plenty of room for stuff and such, and even the rider, has leg space enough!”
No further comments were heard from the floor, as the vehicles just shut up and all their doors, as mocking such a tiny little red thing, seemed to have been a good pass time, before their owners would bring, all their shopping, filling the spaces and then some more, indeed, the little red trike, was the winner of them all, on this grey looking and dull day, at the shopping mall, then making sure the owner had plenty of space for all the stuff bought and maybe even some delicious s’mores.
“The sounds of splashing water, reminds me, of summer, days spent by the seaside, watching the waves coming to shore“ Gun Roswell
Splashing Water
Water around splashed, as the blurry projectile, into the cooling waves dashed It wasn’t officially, the season for any kind of water games, but it was all the same For the adventurous crusader of the elements, taking the plunge without hesitance The others would just have to wait, the fire, the wind, even digging in the dirt As the inviting liquid, no matter what state it was in, cold, hot, stormy or even Tornado level tsunamis leaving, the ever venturing object of a body heaving In anticipation of the varied feelings, when playing among those alluring components Made by free, well, almost, by nature itself, a long time ago, so, even if exited Just try to take it slow and enjoy, all the waves possibly caused, while diving in There is no loose or even a win, just a moment of fun, while riding ever so high On the tall waves of the splashing waters, frolicking around with the sea otters And after all that needed to be done, for the fun, the adventurer will return, home
“The darkness, the rain, it’s pretty much the same, whether night or day, it is after all, Autumn and Fall“ Gun Roswell
Rain in Autumn
Nothing like the rain, on a very dark and cold day The street lights, the only shining guide, on the way Alas, I cannot inside, the warm home, for long stay So, the only option, is to trot out and the weather slay
Running across the puddles, trying not too much to huddle But the coldness still seeps through, even if I am full proof With all the modern gear; with a coat, boots and a hat to wear But then again, I don’t intend, out here too much time to spend
As I huff and puff my way quickly to the comfort of another house And try not to think about how much of an total louse The great and wide outdoors is, during this time of the year I go back in my mind, to a much kinder time, with much cheer
Reality hits, in a form of a splash against my hips A car passing by, must have thought never mind As it hurried across the street, without much of a deep Understanding of pedestrian code, rather going on strong
So, dripping wet, I hurry to the awaiting door And I really wish, getting from A to B, wasn’t such a chore But it is that time of the season, the circle never ending Where sometimes, you need to wallow and end up spending
Time with the weather so completely and totally frustrating Almost, almost, starting the fall, completely hating Just to give that sense of summer and it appreciating Deciding, that best bet is, simply staying inside, and it waiting Is most likely, the best option I could ever, be making
“The forecast, predicted, heavy rain fall, after the night fall, in the dark, only dogs bark. Yeah? Not in this weather!“ Gun Roswell
Stormy Weather
Storm and rain, will leave a totally sordid stain But trying to sleep and dream, and the to blame The weather, because you just woke up From a nightmarish really bad feeling kind of stuff But it does not matter, one way or the other Because when you look outside the bedroom window There it is, still out there, howling, that blasted storm Alas, you cannot control the weather, and no matter How many forecasts or predictions you try to follow Then, trying to catch some zees while the overall outside Is such a messy breach, of thunder, rain and winds
Then here is what I will suggest for you to do: Put on a pair of earplugs or noise cancelling headphones Then, you can sleep through the night, like the dead does And to develop a great relationship with the weather? Well, just pick up a camera, a phone or similar and snap away Some really nice pictures, for the memory, yes, those are great And admire the nature of creating such a pleasant scenery
“There is always the need, for a new pair of shoes, even if the closet is full“ Gun Roswell
Shopping for Shoes Cats part 1
“Madam, really wanted new shoes, So she sent me out to scout, win or lose, But, what is, a poor kitty to do? I know absolutely nothing, of them tools I’m just a poor cat, without any kind of those Things, on my own furry and neatly trimmed toes”
The confused cat, on the corner of the shopping street sat As it had been sent out, by her mistress no less, in a doubt Now, as what to look for, as his poor paws, never needed Any kind of footwear, at least, not since the one specific incident On the season of Christmas, when his mistress, had smiled and Some knitted clothing on his person without warning to try
“Shoes, shoes, shoes… I have not got any kind of clues, Maybe these, flip flop types, here I see No socks needed, although, during winter They aren’t exactly that heated Alright, next shop, on my way!”
It really might take all of the day, for this cat, now looking for a prey But not for mice or anything nice, not at least for him, even with trying To find the perfectly fitting footwear, for the mistress, he did care Because all those rewards given to him, from the keeper who did sing The praise of this furry feline, and always, always was to him so kind So, getting the most fitting pair, was going to be the reward for her
“I am going to get those shiny sandals I saw, Just around the corner, in that one footwear selling store, I think they will fit her nicely, with that gold dress spicy, Then she will give me so many kisses and hugs, And then I will sleep in front of the fire on the rug, After eating all the fish, she has for me made as a dish!”
So, the cat on the prowl, went inside the store with a howl Meow, he stated and pointed at the one pair nicely painted The shopkeeper packing them up, and accepting the payment without a huff On his way, the cat did so, with a bag and and a nice sway Surprising his mistress, with a great pair of shoes no less And as per suspected, he was rewarded with all the things without stress
“There is a blackness, we experience, more often than others do, up here, in the far away North, and it is called, Black Friday, but, it is running through October to March” Gun Roswell
Black Friday
The days are long and almost completely dark, mostly, without any kind of wild spark Of light to be seen, so why do someone, even bother, to call it, a day, just a remark! And much to everyones dismay, as this time of the year, seems to, be lasting forever Or at least, for several months on end, during the fall and winter, trying to be clever? But these roughened dwellers, tend to fight back, as the only option is to totally snap Out of ones mind and loose all them precious marbles, them rolling all over the floors So, put a warm coat on, and get out that door, because today, might be, a black Friday But then, we all, carry our torches, to the great outside, just to bring forth, some light And this is, how the cold hearted Northerners, the eternal weather gods, do, back fight!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 