The minute cat, On the street sat Covered, in thin black stripes The passers by, with her keen eye She totally spies She may look small Just, like a pocket size doll But do not let that you fool She is smart with some tools Her claws so sharp Will out of their hiding dart As soon as she feels threatened Or he litter someone else beckons For she is the leader The best achiever For her and hers’ So let out the ropes of your tight purse To the nearest shop Quickly trot By plenty a cans of tuna And get back here sooner Feed the striped cat And be prepared for a lap Purr she will you reward Of this, small gift of love
“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially on Easter!” Gun Roswell
The Three Witches of EasterTime
The three witches from some-wick Never mind which They ain’t winning no beauty contests To that may can attest
But ugly can be an asset Especially for the wickedness Scaring folks and cattle Just by showing up tattle
After all, this is a holy ball For all the witch kind And if you any of them find Then try to stir to the right As the witches always drive On the left hand side
“There is nothing to it, just grab a boat, any kind of boat and then, take off, from the seashore, the end of the pier, and head o out there, wherever you want to go” Gun Roswell
A boat across the moat
Take a really deep dive, into the ocean wide, only, this time, go with the flow and take it real slow, and inside a boat at that, because your poor body might snap, if the waves get too high, and then up towards the sky you will fly, only to crash down soon after. So, be careful out there, in the liquid stratosphere, strap up and abide by the maritime rules, as those who wrote them, were no fools. Then only will you be able to enjoy yourself fully and maybe, become a mariner too, as it is a profession quite cool. And hey, no one would blame you if you did, as that might just be the best gig of them all, until, at least, fall.
“The pretty place of spring, Paris has that kind of a ring, right?“ Gun Roswell
On the streets of Paris 2
The once certain pièce de résistance in the middle of ole’ gay Paris, is most certainly the Arc de Triomphe, giving that specific oomph, when you walk down the street, any street basically, you will end up in the circle of the streets and below to magnificent landmark, right there in its very own park of sorts. And no, it is not the kind of place to play sports. At least if you want to stay on the good side of the city Gendarmerie, while they are doing their patrolling all over the city.
Lots and lots of tourists there, doing their selfies until and I swear, the police come to pick the up from standing in the middle of the busy lanes. And yes, it is all done while trying to reach the fifteen minutes of fame, well, at least, on social media, not-so-fastgram or something similar. What ever it is called, well, best bet is to simple ignore them and make your own way towards the archway of the ancients to admire it up close and get a doze of history of the prettiest city.
When all the wondering is finally done and even if you feel it’s all quite fun, still, thirst gets in the way and you need a good bar to low lay, before the excursions continue at the break of dusk. And tasting local wines and beers, well that is a must, at least, for some. Then take a load of at any of the plentiful places around the city, either on the streets or inside some getaway, inside a secret doorway? Well, just knock, they’ll let you in, and maybe even, make you sing, a chanson for the city in the light of the night, fun huh!?
“Take a ride on a boat, on a river, on the sea, what ever it takes, for at least a moment to flee” Gun Roswell
A boat across the moat
There it was, waiting, prepped and ready, for a ride, on the waves, or at least, on the water. It was after all, a fine day, with a sunny disposition, so why not take an excursion out there, on the wide open blue. Because there is nothing more calming and certainly more relaxing, when taking a day off from it all and letting yourself deep into the ocean fall. Letting the craft take its course, without looking back or any remorse of tasks left undone, just to have one day of fun. Even if the fun is set on stun, as the calming waves, will let you into a deep slumber, the world around fading away, and for a moment you wish this way forever to stay. Alas, it is only for a day, and that is okay, as this time apart from it all, is much better than nothing at all. And even if you wish the time to stall, returning is the proper and only call to make.
“So, Monday, we meet again! I really was not looking forward to this, at all, any chance we can stall this?”Gun Roswell
Monday, we meet again
I knew you were so much trouble As soon as I had laid my eyes on you Like the good old space telescope Hubble Or some kid without proper shoes I would be so totally and completely lost If I didn’t have you? (That’s a joke right?)
Yeah, what would any kind of week be Without us, human kind of people, to curse thee Because it can really only get better After, this dreaded day of a Mon-dee
“Gimme coffee, any time, any place, and, in any kind of form, cold or warm” Gun Roswell
Frappe by the poolside
The warm summers day from a memory past, as I was sitting by the pool sipping something cool, laced with sugar and coffee in the warm winds haze, without a care of the future, only whether to dive in the turquoise waters or sweat for a moment longer, sipping on my drink, so much taller than the smaller cup I had at breakfast. But I digress, too little coffee I guess. The warm days of a holiday in the sun and then some shade, sipping from the tallest of glass, each and everyday, at least, a few. The sustenance which keeps one going and going and going, yeah, you guessed it, coffee, no matter what form, cool and calming (hardly!), hot and strong, so much so, that the spoon inside melted, and yes, all of these fine ways, can be done by the poolside, or by the table or even on the run, maybe driving too. But I would not suggest it, as best bet, is to never do anything while driving except keep your eyes on the road.
“Soft and sleepy kitty, just like the song says“ Gun Roswell
Sleepy kitty 1
The afternoon nap was upon, even if only half a day was gone. The soft kitty had tried to stay strong, alas the lure of the nap remained on, so the only option was simply to go along and take deserved nap in a short notice at that. This was the matter of fact.
Finding a good and warm spot was of the essence, and then curling up in a comfortable stance before falling into a light slumber, snoring like a god of thunder, leaving those around wonder, how easy it seemed for some to simply fall asleep, and into it so deep.
So, snoring away, the afternoon did not stay, and soon the evening was upon. Yes it really had been that long as the kitty found out, when finally stepping out, from the cozy comfortable place, it had fit oh so many hours in laid. Looking around there was nothing unusual to be found, still it was once again time for the inspection rounds, to see what there was to be found.
But all was fine in the house as no one had dared to disturb the kitty, not even the mouse. All of the knowing well, this was the normal rather than yell. The kitty napping hours on end was the way it’s time was spent. And then it was usually time for a snack, which in the house was never a lack of. And so, once again the soft kitty was rewarded and was never ever scolded.
“The ice formed on the windows, creating pretty artwork for a fleeting moment“ Gun Roswell
Ice art painted smart
For a fleeting moment in time Mother Nature has been kind. Painting pictures on our walls and windows, cryptic images maybe with hidden messages. Decipher them if you can, but just as a reminder to you, don’t take too long to do so, as in a blink of an eye, they will be gone.And a missed opportunity is left for you to pine for until dawn. Or at least until the weather gods decide, they will give you a second chance, but that too, will not long last.
But, worry not, you still have one shot, to preserve the beauty fading and for the future audiences it saving. Snapping a photographic memory is the way, that this gorgeous display, will be admired for times to come and not just for some whom were lucky enough to catch this presentation firsthand and live. It might be a still life representation of the same, but hey, it’s better than nothing and that in itself is really something. And nature is never wrong about these things, even if there are plenty more to see out there in the wild and sometimes close by.
“Nothing more pretty in the late evening sky, as nature painting it red, then adding a pretty sunset, with a whole big sigh, but still, causing a smile“ Gun Roswell
Red as in a gorgeous sunset
The sky once again painted, in the colour of burning red. The flavours of the colour, easily leaving behind some nice smelling odours, hints of them wafting about long after, it had been the time say goodnight, going to bed, sleeping tight and dreaming, of the next sunset without a bet, would be there, in the stratosphere.
But, it is not just the red of the overall scene, which makes it all worth seeing. It is the epitome of all things beautiful, totally memorable and the one thing, anyone could look forward to at the end of a very long day. A sunset most magnificent, a heavens sent, quite literally, never to be missed.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 