“The cat’s come in all colours, even black and white!” Gun Roswell
Cat in black and white
The cat in white
With tiny black stripes
Sat perfectly still
And watched the passers by
It had no rush to leave
As it was waiting for the eve
When all the fishing boats
Would finally sail back to shore
And then to get her reward
After watching the spot
For all day long
Where the boats would dock
And that was her job
After all
She was a cat
With in white and black
“Cat hair all over the place!” Gun Roswell
Black, is the cat
A black cat sat
In the middle of the street in ease
She did not move an inch
Not even in a tight pinch
Passers by needed to slide
This cat sitting so wide
Proud face and nose up
Nothing would her mood stop
Gazing at the skies as far as the crow would fly
The black cat’s attitude was snide
Sassy and bossy, with fur so glossy
She was the owner, the queen of this street
“When people are such jerks, you can always rely on cats, life’s furry perks” Gun Roswell
Cats a Sleeping
An early morning Saturday
Knowing, it would once again be Caturday
The furry felines took their time
Even if their keeper got up with the chime
The sounds of the dynamic duo snoring
Could be heard across the flooring
But the smile on the cats’ Hooman’s face
As the two furry felines were such a grace
To her otherwise dull weekend of the same
Would turn into a full day of playing and cuddling
Because this was the three of their thing
Sometimes, they even tried to sing
Since happiness had landed upon their dwelling
“Whether a furry feline or a porcelain facsimile, they are all a posing” Gun Roswell
Cats a Pose
Strike, the perfect pose
To give us, our cuteness dose
Of a pretty cat a walking
Never mind the mice a stalking
Just fluff up your furs
Maybe, something else will need to be stirred
For this photo op now, to be later framed
For the utter and total admiration to be blamed
Because, no one can really resist
A cute little cuddly cat, whom exists
Not even, if you are a true hater
You can save those feelings, for much later
Now, a moment more, just wait
The cat will definitely not hesitate
Striking, that pretty awesome pose
And there, yes, we got one, very close!
“On the pond, a reflection, so strong, it’s almost real” Gun Roswell
Cat reflecting
The image on the surface, so vivid
The face of a hunter, quite livid
Pondering the choices to be made
On this, warm and sunny day
Should I go in for a dive
Trying the perfect fish to find
Or just wait, looking for that bait
The hooman with the big fish
And then try to then enlist
For my perfect slave of food
Just because I am looking so damn good
Hanging here, on this pier
Waiting, debating, what to do next
Oh, all them choices, could I care any less?
“When it’s time for a nap, there is no time to look for that perfect spot, just drop, where you are and sleep” Gun Roswell
Sleepy Cats
It’s nearly past noon
Which, in the furry felines opinion
Came way too soon
Just when the morning prowl was done
And then it was time for a little fun
The heavy weight of the eye lids waved
And the sleepiness catching on
To resist was way, way too strong
It was that time when the light
High up in the blue skies
Was telling the furry felines
It was their time to make a b-line
Find the nearest soft spot
And drop all their wight, on the dot
Sleepy time, nap time
What ever you want to call it
That is their prime time
“Cats are about again, on this Saturday” Gun Roswell
Three times cats
Shopkeeper Cat
As the rush hour has finally past
And so long it did today last
The daily business done
The merchandise sold almost out
Now, it is time for the only reward
The whole personnel have scored
And even the shopkeeper cat
Will get a chance to take a long nap
“Cats are about again, on this Saturday” Gun Roswell
Three times cats
Spotter Cat
Standing in its usual corner
That spotter cat is always adorning
The special place by the village entrance
It’s gaze almost a state of trance
As it watches the incoming traffic
Keeping out the unwanted static
Vigilant and ready to pounce
At a moment notice from its stance
Never failing in it’s mission
And at the end of a watchful day
Presents from the residents for it are laid
“Cats are about again, on this Saturday” Gun Roswell
Three times cats
Fisher Cat
The boats will be coming back to shore soon
That, the smart fisher cat knows and looms
Over the pier, watching, observing the tides,intently
Knowing what the time, they’ll arrive, precisely
The cat keeping all other types pests away
Never causing the fishers any kind of dismay
And at the end of the very long fishing day
The fisher cat will be rewarded, with a hefty display
With what? You may say
Fish of course, what else kind of slay!
“Cats rule the world, what else did you expect?!” Gun Roswell
Monastery cats
Hanging out in packs of threes
Climbing up ever higher, the tallest of trees
Just to keep an eye and the surroundings to see
What bipedal creatures may enter their domain
As guardians of the ever growing realm
And to carefully select, as to whom to let in
The cats of the holy monastery
Way up on the hill
Never ever for a moment still
Always on the prowl
Sometimes letting out a growl
To keep the trespassers at bay
Mice and people even some snakes
The felines will catch you even if you fake
Dressed in a long frock
Trying to get inside to stalk
But beware of the many around a laying
For with these fearless creatures there is no playing
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