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 the “Simply” series
“Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Simply… Setting Sun
Posted in the “Simply” series
“Nature is painting for us, day after day, pictures of infinite beauty”
John Ruskin
Simply… Setting Sun
Posted in the “Simply” series
“When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.”
― George R.R. Martin
Simply… Yellow Nightfall
Posted in the “Simply” series
“When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.”
― George R.R. Martin
Simply… Yellow Sunset
Posted in Simply Poetry
“If there is a wrong time and a place, I’ll be there!”
Rock and a Hard Place
I was stuck
Between a rock
And a very hard place
Wondering
Should I go
Or should I stay
If I go
Will it be slow?
If I stay
Will I end up
In dismay?
Which ever I choose
Something I may loose
But, what if,
Instead
Looking ahead
The constant flow
Of the middle road
Just taking it easy
And oh so very slow
Posted in the Daily Post: Ambience
“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present”
Paul Scott
Night Fall
Standing tall
Before the night fall
Trying to stall
One minute more
Before the darkness
Consumes it all
Posted in the Daily Post: Ambience
“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present”
Paul Scott
Autumn Leaves
The colourful autumn leaves
Gently in the early morning light heave
Soon it will be eve
And the sun will take its leave
But no need to grieve
Just fall asleep and dream
For soon enough, an other day weaves
Posted in the Daily Post: Ambience
“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present”
Paul Scott
Holiday Dreams
Under the palm tree
Feeling totally free
Never mind
The thirty odd degrees
Posted in the Daily Post: Ambience
“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present”
Paul Scott
Frozen Lake
The set-up, looking quite fake
With all these, frosted snow flakes
Covering, the frozen lake
It may be a cliche
This, wintery display
But allow me to explain
Then you decide
If this scenery of open wide
Is something you find
Enchanting
Rantings Of A Third Kind 