“The black cat, helping a striped cat, well now, that is true team work!” Gun Roswel
Help me up, wont you!
There was something very interesting definitely there, on the window sill As the two small size cats, kittens really, now on the floor, circled around, at will Trying to get up, with still growing but short legs still, was quite the feat tough And even trying to very hard to hop, hop, hop off of, the very flat ground It seemed impossible to get up there, where something great was to be found But neither of them succeeding, on their own, so what to do now, they frowned Then a thought, came to the others mind, maybe working together was fine Even if they both competed with each other for every single little thing in kind But this time, maybe it was enough, if one of them reached on the very top And then the other would know too, what it was so interesting up and out there Which was intruding their very own domain, and threatening, just of the same And then the smaller one pushed the bigger one, with a huff, on to the very ledge Urging him to seek, search and then, to destroy, what ever it was disturbing their day As the bigger cat got up, he turned back with a huff and a puff, as the only thing Was a small spider, weaving its web while singing, and now already out of reach For the small cat and his friend, whom, so eagerly had for big game tried to seek
“What a total bust!” The striped cat told the black cat, “Just a small spider, alas!”
“Yeah, all for nothing, that huffing and puffing!” The black cat told the striped cat. “But when we tell this story to the others, it was some kind of a big elephant or tiger, which we fought really hard against.” She then added.
“Agreed!” Said the striped cat, “And next time, I will let you be the one to go see.” He stated as the two of the strolled back to the litter, to tell a great story of two hunters, they were, slaying wild game without hesitance or even one flicker.
“There is nothing like starting a new trip to somewhere you have never been before” Gun Roswell
To the journey
Exploring strange new places and boldly going where you have never been before. Hoping some new experiences to score while looking forwards what those new vistas for you have in store. Not to mention all the unfamiliar faces you might befriend while out there beyond the comfort of your own home.
The jitters of the unknown the moment you embark on that journey, which in planning had been for so long, even if deep down there somewhere you were fearing of the new things along the way, but still decided to stay strong. And with the motto of hoping for the best and preparing for the worst in case something would be to go wrong.
Well, this is the moment when you set sail, to all the strange places and hoping to land on some sandy shores, because what is a human being but someone who likes to explore? Maybe a homebody mostly, but that does not exclude the adventurous nature at all. Because getting on this journey is the fun part even if the destination, leaves you un-smart. Then again, there is always the next port to explore.
“These days, virtual travel either on the internet or thought the memories of the mind and photographs, can we travel” Gun Roswell
Only in my imagination, exists the perfect vacation
The mind might be playing some tricks on me, as I am slowly sifting through, all the bundled up memories in my own mind, of the holiday, years back, quite sublime. It really happened by accident, as I ran across, an image in a forgotten folder, of the vision captured, at the perfect moment frozen in time, when all was simply, fine, in the good old times, when we were all freely allowed to explore the world around us, without too much of a fuss.
So, dwelling on that photograph for a while, without rush and hurry, even if the image was a tad blurry, as was my locked away memory of the place, the time and the plenty of sunshine, un-phased by whatever negatives there might have been there along the way. But as so many other things in our minds, those hazy days of yesteryear will always have a golden hue to them, or most of them do, as trying to save only the few good ones, with or without the puns.
”I would most likely have been a pirate in them good and olden days“ Gun Roswell
Thar’ll be pirates ahead!
When entering the high wide and open seas, you’ll never know what you may out there see It might just be something you totally seek, when getting familiar with them blue waters deep Or then, it will be something so totally unexpected, and even in some major danger you will get
As you venture further along the unknown yet calming seas, many wonders you will encounter Such as beautiful singing mermaids and other unknown sea creatures can be found around there But despite their seemingly good willed natures, they might be shy or even human haters, so be ware
Still, the likelihood of running into a bunch of conniving and thieving, then make you the plank walking pirates in real time action Is a much more likely to happen to you out there, as the so called real life is often getting to be much the same way as any kind of fiction So whether you let your imagination run wild, or just facing the facts of something mild, don’t hold your breath as thar’ll be pirates on your left
“I am always on the lookout for something. Always watching, observing and then, when the moment is right, I am going in for the kill: Snapping my one perfect pic!“ Gun Roswell
My eyes, always do spy
I am always watching, always the one vigilant of the group, always observing my very own surroundings, but never, ever, am I the one participating.
I am the one overseer of life, the one on the look out for anything remotely bad or even nice, and then each passing moment in time, I am the one who is only anticipating.
Whatever is going to happen, wherever it will be happening, trust me, I will be there, carefully watching the outcome, still, without ever interfering in anything.
Why, you may ask, what is the point of all of it, whatever this kind of thing is, if it is even a thing, or is it just something chosen, for the purpose of some kind of experiment or others living experiences to be stolen?
Simply because, I am only a spy, of this very existing life, the one and only outsider, never the divider, never the together, as I can only be, the observer. Because I can be, nothing more as this is simply the score.
“There is nothing wrong with loving coffee, too much, that is!” Gun Roswell
Fences won’t keep me from coffee!
They built the tall fences, to keep me away from my precious They tried hard to surround me, with something else to see They underestimated me though, as I will surely them all show They cannot keep me apart, from the one which holds my heart
But, no amount of impenetrable barriers so bold, will be able to let me grab a hold Of the only special and soothing one, whom knows what I am and what I have done The only thing in this whole wide world, with which without into turmoil I would be hurled And being the one, keeping me sane, through all the daily hassle and underlying pain
So, I will do my best and damndest, to push though and do not care less If cuts and bruises I will retain, all along the way, until I am finally through And then, you my dear and sweet thing, I will finally be able to cradle On the palms of my hands, as even if bruised they will soon be on the mend
After I have had, my first cup of coffee before the looming of the day
“It’s that time of the week, when lazy days are what you seek, because you know what? It’s Caturday!“ Gun Roswell
Lazy Caturday
The time of the day, when nothing can be done, except quietly in one place lay, and definitely outdoors rather than indoors to stay. Simply because the sun is warming the ground and whatever spot you may choose, you can only win, never lose, as this is the perfect setting for a day of Caturday, or for us Hoomans known as Saturday.
So, do not be surprised, if you some furry felines out there laying about can spy, as this is definitely their day to spend, wherever they choose their derrières to land. So, whatever you do or thing, be kind and give them credit even if they seem so totally lazy as all the other days, the keep on working, making our streets totally safe.
After all, Caturdays are reserved for our furry feline friends, so let them have this day, and at the end maybe reward them with a tin can, filled to the hilt to tunafish or whatever else kind of dish you might have wanted to prepare for them. As long as it is fish! And next week, you don’t have to worry of all the unwanted critters playing havoc around the premises.
