Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat for Caturday
You can look,
But do not touch
And not even of that
Do too much
Because
You should not disturb
The sleeping cat
Or a big hurt
Is a matter of fact!
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat for Caturday
Sleepy eyes
Still a spy
In this house
Maybe a mouse?
‘Oh that louse
Will not escape
My scrape!
No, not this time
No, that would be
A big crime!’
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat for Caturday
Alert, awake
Nothing would shake
The determination
Not leaving this station
For any reason
Except,
For the hunting season
After all,
Next night fall
Would be
Her targets downfall
Posted in Tales of Horror
“When witches go riding,
and black cats are seen,
the moon laughs and whispers,
‘tis near Halloween.”
~Author unknown
Tales
The cat hissed
Her tail totally frizzed
The witch loudly laughed
Stirring her brew with the wooden shaft
“Fear not, my furry kitten
It is not you who will be eaten
It is only the humans, who should be scared”
The witch said with an evil glare
For not many knew
Of the secret, reserved only for a few
The powers witches can share
For those really fair
So better be ware
Of all others take good care
Or at least your own litter
And maybe then
A little something for you the witches leave
Tonight, on all hallows eve
Posted in Tales of Horror
“Witch and ghost make merry on this last of dear October’s days.”
~Author unknown
Monsters and Super Freaks
Darkness surrounds me
In every corner do I see
Scary monsters lurking
Soon enough, freaking
Footfalls getting closer
I look over my shoulder
Fight or flight?
Did not even bring a knife
Picking up the pace
Looking for a hiding place
Nothing can be found
I turn around
Standing paralyzed
Totally petrified
Watching helplessly
Facing the enemy
Feeling hopeless
When a dark figure approaches
Scary Monsters, Super Freaks?
If lucky, geeks
Huffing and puffing
Its legs loudly scuffing
It stops in front of me
Looking at me, curiously
It’s mouth opening suddenly
With a voice leary
“Got a light deary?”
Posted in Caturday
“Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.”
― James Herriot
Tails of the Black Cat
The furry black cat
On the sidewalk sat
Looking for that rat
Who had entered the flat
The flat where the cat
Slept on the mat
Now ready for combat
With the daring rat
Who had woken the cat
From his well earned nap
“Soon I will you catch,
You feisty little rat!
I bet you taste like a bat
And possibly are non-fat
After all that
I will finally have my nap
On my comfy little mat!”
Posted in Caturday
“Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.”
― James Herriot
Tails of the Black Cat
A black cat
On the fence sat
No, not with a hat
Nor even, a rat
And none too fat
“Bring me some fish, stat”
To me she spat
“Oh won’t you look at that,
A feisty little thing of a cat!”
I said
Knowing full well,
I sooner should her have fed
She kept at me staring
With her nostrils flaring
I felt quite daring
Acting non-caring
Cautiously, approaching
With a bowl full of fish things
I could almost hear her sing
When seeing what I’d bring
Now the cat
Who was black
Who on the fence sat
Now nicely did act
And was ready,
For a quick chat
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat
When the black cat
Was crossing the street
She was chasing a rat
Trying to act discreet
Hiding behind a big hat
Awaiting her treat
The grounded bat
Knew he tasted sweet
Stood still on the mat
There was no time to greet
Only time, for combat
After a long while
Both standing still
Trying to act hostile
But without thrill
So instead of the usual
They decided in mutual
This tale’s end
Will the norm bend
Cat and mouse decided
To shake their paws delighted
The lesson of this tale?
Sometimes it’s good to fail
Posted in Daily Incidents
“So, Monday:
We meet again!”
Monday: Not again!
I knew you were trouble
As soon as I met you
Like the space telescope Hubble
Or a kid without shoes
I would be completely lost
If I didn’t have you
Yeah, what would a week be
Without us to curse thee
Because it can only get better
After a Mon-dee!
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