Caturday Haiku
Cat with various stripes smiles
Patrolling its territory large, no one denies
Afterward, nap time awaits winner
And then, a delicious dinner, with fish
Caturday Haiku
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Black cat sitting on the street corner
“There is a black cat in the street just sitting there, should I be scared?” Gun Roswell
Black cat sitting on the street corner
There once was a black cat
Whom neatly on the street corner sat
Never moving, never budging
Even if there would be a large truck in
Coming around the bend
He would just sit there and this time spend
On nothing and everything
As the world would turn around him
Why you may ask?
Well you see, this is his one job
The only one suited on this small blue globe
As he is the very watcher of us all
The one black cat, sitting quite tall
And that is why there is no fear for us at all
As he keeps an eye on us, that we will not fall
The cat in the basket
“Better not to keep all your cars in one basket” Gun Roswell
The cat in the basket
Put the tiny cat in a small basket and that
Would be fun way to go out to the market
The fish being the only and ultimate target
As the small cat, does not care about new hats
But she likes to eat, and the real kings of treat
Would definitely be a stew made up so neat
Filled only with the good kind of meats
The fishy kind of you know what I mean
So hurry the heck up and do not puff too much
The market place usually closes at eight
Do better not be late or there will be hell to pay
And that is not the way to slay your way
To the tiny kittens heart so be ver smart
And go git and buy that precious gift already!
A cats profile
“As cute as that can be, must have a great profile too for all to see“ Gun Roswell
A cats profile
A quite cute and totally sassy cat
On the tallest of tables, silently sat
Like some kind, of a cherished statue
From our very own past at that
The historical kind of an artefact
But no matter, how much of a purfect
The fur, the face, and the actual stance
Surely, it was that one very simple fact
That the cute profile, even from a glance
Was surely, that of a goddess, to last
Alas, the quite cute, sassy cat, who sat
Did, not really, much care, of all of that
But, just wanting to be, so worshiped
Like some pretty flower, that of a tulip
And with that kind of a totally great profile
Who would, not want to do that, and smile
Cats, in a row
“Thar be cats of plenty, thar, in that row over thar, see?”“ Gun Roswell
Cats, in a row
One cat, two cats, three cats, in a neat row
One of them, soon, the others will try to tow
Because this is not a boat with oars to row
But that is neither here nor even there for this ditty
As the most important thing in this are the kitties
So, before this turns to something completely shitty
Moving along then, some rhyme finding…
The cats now neatly sitting, each other, are licking
Still in a tight formation, from that never slipping
They groom, they purr, they love, they slur, they sleep
This is a family of three, a kitty litter by all means
Tight together, through thick and thin, or so it seems
When, food time beckons, the matter all forgotten
Then each of them trying to rush and get to the plate
To make sure they get the best treats before it’s too late
Even if there is always plenty of grub to consume
But it is what it is, as there will be no trouble blooming
Since the eldest of them, always gets first bite without assuming
And the peace between these three, is kept without a miss
Step up Cat
“There is always room, for one more cat in the litter, even if it gets a tad hairy sometimes” Gun Roswell
Step up Cat
Up the stairs, the tabby cat stepped
Gingerly, without hesitation, it self let
Inside the house, with smells of good
Yes, it was, definitely, after the food
But the soft purring and determination
Brought this tiny cat to the elevation
Of a needed being inside the dwelling
And so, without screaming and yelling
The tabby cat, who had landed a pad
With much snacks and all them pats
It could possibly ever needed in nine
Times of life it still had, and that was a fact
Fluffy black cat, like in a painting, sat
“Celebrating, once again, this fine day, of a, Caturday” Gun Roswell
Fluffy black cat, like in a painting, sat
The perfect day, into the great outdoors, to sway
The darkness receding, while light, it once again defeating
And the bluest of seemingly summer’s skies, are once again
So, now, there is no more time, to pretend
That this day is a loss, but rather quickly your teeth floss
And make your way, outside, into the so called wild
Well, as wild as it gets, in the suburbs at this time of year
Where the snowy storms are a the only real and utter fear
But, simply dare to venture, out there, where even the cats, do leer
Because once you have gotten put, to the yard
A totally scary looking black cat is out there, on his daily spar
He looks at you like you just entered his special domain
Glaring at your existence as you, were not quite sane
But after a moment, he quickly lets you off the hook
Sniffing the air and then, trotting towards you, landing near
Both of you curious of the other, even if neither, is a hugger
Then slowly but surely, you get even closer and closer
And then, the scary looking black cat, turns up to be purring
It’s looks quite endearing, as the black fur is soft and woollen
Not at all scary and sullen, rather inviting and soft
And soon enough, both of you, so totally end up caught
In a friendly patting session, where two souls are meeting
With this type of common greeting, and then you are kneeling
To the black and now friendly cats level, you then softly whisper
“Could I interest you, in getting immortalised in a painting?”
As agreeing, the cat seems to be gleaming
And as soon as you get up and start towards your indoors
The black cat is right there, behind you, as it home with you, follows
Arriving inside, the cat soon takes his side, right by you
And it looks, like he is there, with you, for good
Staying there, posing, sleeping ,snoozing, dreaming
All the while you are his ver presence into so may paintings adding
The cat in grey
“The striped cat, turned out to be mostly grey in colour” Gun Roswell
The cat in grey
The cat with stripes of grey
On the very kitchen table calmly lay
It really wasn’t any kind of dismay
Rather his usual dominant display
“Hooman, my food is once again delayed!
By at least forty-seven seconds according to my internal sensor array
I am none too happy, as a matter of fact I am starting to feel crappy
So make due with my deserved food
And try to make it really snappy!”
The grey cat ordered his human slave
Wondering how on earth to make the human better to behave
After all, it was not the first time she had stalled
Why only yesterday there was a one minute delay
And the grey cat, had been really, really late, for his nap!
“Hoomans!” The grey cat thought with a sigh, “can’t live with them, can’t get rid of them!”
Cats and, Dogs
Cats and, Dogs
Cats and, Dogs
Put them in a box
What secrets untold
Before you unfold
When the box is opened
Only keep hoping
There is no other agenda
Are they friends or enemies
Or just plain frenemies
That is the age old dilemma
Of Cats with Dogs
One cat, two cats, three cats
“Thar be cats here!” Gun Roswell
One cat, two cats, three cats
At first, one solemn cat appeared
Then another joined it on the pier
Then a third one from somewhere
Came along side the two dears
Turning my head along the beach
I thought that the total number had reached
But as I turned back to take a look
Something really inside me shock
The litter had grown to a number so high
I thought it was about to take flight
The cats had come out en masse
And it wasn’t any kind of religious mass
As they all started to meow
It would have scared the farmers cow
The noises raining everywhere so loudly
As the felines were singing proudly
Then an instant it all stopped
And before anyone realized
All them cats, were gone
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