In honour of Caturday and all cats everywhere
Photo credits: Miranda Kuusisto, Jessica Solingius, Minttu Gustafsson, Fabulousinstacats
“Time spent with cats is never wasted” Sigmund Freud
Caturday, 2015-11-21
Cats in stripes
Cats all white
Cats that are black
Cats which are gray
Cats in a six pack
Cats who are stray
Take one home
You’re never alone
The time spent
With your cat
Even if a chat
Is never complicated
And never wasted
In honour of Caturday, for all cats everywhere
“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere” Groucho Marx
Caturday, 2015-10-24
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
In honour of Caturday, for all cats everywhere
Poetry, Song and Photography
“You know, from my point of view, I’m the luckiest cat on the planet” Hugh Hefner
Caturday, 2015-11-07
The cat in the mirror
The sleek feline figure
Eyes blue as sapphire
Her spirit filled with fire
Herself does she admire
In honour of Caturday, for all cats everywhere
Poetry, Song and Photography
“You know, from my point of view, I’m the luckiest cat on the planet” Hugh Hefner
Caturday, 2015-11-07
Cats, cats, cats
I see a lots of cats
Cats over there
And cats over here
Even more cats
They are everywhere
Oh, look at the pretty cat
In the window there
What window, where?
Over there, over here
Even more cats
They are everywhere
In honour of Caturday, for all cats everywhere
“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere” Groucho Marx
Caturday, 2015-10-24
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
October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and Poetry
“October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again” Hal Borland
October Saturday, Part Two
Standing in the sun’s light
Between the tall shadows
Selfies of a different kind
Listening to the echoes
Before the end of twilight
And the rising of the moon
Night time falling soon
October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and Poetry
“October sunshine bathed the park with such a melting light that it had the dimmed impressive look of a landscape by an old master” Elizabeth Enright
October Saturday, Part One
Finally, weekend
Truly a godsend
A time to enjoy and relax
Lift your feet up and chillax
But, being my usual self
Could not just sit down
Grabbed the camera from the shelf
And ran down town
Sunlight on Saturday
Watching the shadows play
Colours of leaves in abundance
The birds and flies doing a dance
Sun warming the air
Not a time to despair
The cold and damp weather
Replaced by light and high pressure
Rantings Of A Third Kind 