“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
“Cats rule the world.” Jim Davis
Caturday on Kos Island
“Are you looking at me?
You, looking, me?”
“Nah, I’m just resting here for a while
It’s cool, hope you don’t mind!”
“Well, as long as you remember,
You are in my turf now
So just move along before the clock hits September!”
“Caturday filled with cats, can’t argue with that” Gun Roswell
The cat and the chair
A cat, just came out of its own lair
An now, he is sitting, on someone else’s chair
Owning, everything, some may say, is not fair
But try to tell the cat that, and he’ll give you a really good scare
The cat, is the master
It will make you go faster
Than you had ever thought
Just to go get him some froth
Dare, at him for long enough to stare
You’ll find out, your eyes will forgo a big dare
Just accept, the fact, that you’re his property
And no one, has to walk away, angry
“A cat in the bag? Better to have a litter in the box!” Gun Roswell
A cat litter
Dear cat,
What beauty and grace you posses
How god like is your essence
Basking, in the bright light, your very existence
Alas
When the can opener is a rumbling
You come along, a tumbling
Knocking down all the nick-nacks
Pushing aside all them obstacles
Grace and beauty far gone behind
When come along galloping, the carpets entwined
Looking more and more
Like an old race horse on drugs
Or a drunken person running amok
Rather than any of my gods
And then, when there are more of you
Than just, well, one or a few
The household, is left in a total and utter mess
But, there is one thing, I must confess
I love you all, and want you here forever to stay
As I would not have things any other way!
Yours truly,
Hooman, keeper of the cats
“The black cat crossed the road, at the traffic light” Gun Roswell
Black Cat
The familial of any self respecting witch
Witch, a female, with a black feline
Feline so agile, with a fur so sleek
Sleek as her movements you can hardly see
See when she turns up from simply out of nowhere
Nowhere like a dark flash of light
Light so dark, she’s almost invisible
Invisible against the black night
Night, as the time when the feline hunts
Hunts for pray, which better be aware
Aware if you are a rodent or other type of pest
Pest, vermin, which are eating all the crops
Crops which are important for the survival
Survival for us all, both human and animal
Animals such as cats the familial of the witches
Witches who take care of their pets
Pets, a cat, the black cat, may just be
Be, but sometimes, it can be something else
Else, other, something completely different
Different from the other, you will never see
See you just might, if you concentrate really hard
Hard and let your imagination run wild
Wile as the black cat does
Does when she wildly runs
Runs over the land and then comes
Comes back to her master the witch
Witch, where the familial only exists
Caturday Haiku
Sitting, waiting, angry, sad, feeling
Cat on the street, lonely, no feed
Please, take home, no-one alone
But then, some one come, and take me, along
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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 