Posted in Caturday
“There are two means of refuge
from the miseries of life:
music and cats”
Albert Schweitzer
Sleepy Kitties
Feet Up
As I lay in this pose
My tummy exposed
Hope none to impose
“Rub my tummy, mummy
Or I will overload!”
Tag Archives: poetry
Sleepy Kitties (four)
Posted in Caturday
“There are two means of refuge
from the miseries of life:
music and cats”
Albert Schweitzer
Sleepy Kitties
Fallen for You
Sleeping restfully
Quite flexibly
As fallen I have
Over my other half
Sleepy Kitties (five)
Posted in Caturday
“There are two means of refuge
from the miseries of life:
music and cats”
Albert Schweitzer
Sleepy Kitties
Sleeping Guard
Sleeping on the guard duty
Is this sleeping beauty
Try to wake her up
And she will be quite snooty
Sleepy Kitties (two)
Posted in Caturday
“There are two means of refuge
from the miseries of life:
music and cats”
Albert Schweitzer
Sleepy Kitties
Just the Right Spot
This is my spot
Right here in this cot
It’s always very soft
And just the right amount hot
I really love it a lot
My special little spot
Emerging Nightfall
Posted in Daily Photo
“It is during our darkest moments
that we must focus to see the light”
Aristotle Onassis
Emerging Nightfall
Like a slow waterfall
Answering nature’s call
The sun is setting
Making way,
For the night’s fall
Catching the Light
Posted in Daily Photo
“It is during our darkest moments
that we must focus to see the light”
Aristotle Onassis
Catching the Light
A single beam of light
Struggling against the night
Quickly trying to write
And onto the pages,
Catch the last of sun’s light
Crossing into Sunrise
Posted in Daily Photo
“It is during our darkest moments
that we must focus to see the light”
Aristotle Onassis
Crossing into Sunrise
As I finally open my eyes
And slowly walk towards the sunrise
Winning the continuing fight
As I am crossing the barrier
Between darkness and light
WWW: Written in Stone (six)
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta
Written in Stone
Left here standing
On this open landing
A church once filled with worshippers
Now heard only
A few lonesome whispers
WWW: Written in Stone (nine)
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta
Written in Stone
“Enter at your own peril”
The sign was read by Meryl
“Well, we have to get to the next level,
If we want the beat the rebels!”
WWW: Written in Stone (four)
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta
Written in Stone
The ruins of Acropolis
A place for fun, a place of knowledge
Decipher if you will
The old texts written with skill
Into to the old stones
Which no one owns
Rantings Of A Third Kind 