Posted in Caturday
“In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods;
they have not forgotten this”
Terry Pratchett
Adventures of Lilli the Cat
Sleepy Time
“Now the play times and fun are over
And sleepy time is getting closer
Time to take things slower
And curl up
On a comfy lap
Time for a nap
For I am the real Sleepy Kittie
So time to end this ditty”
Posted in Daily Photo
“In the depth of winter
I finally learned
that there was in me
an invincible summer”
Albert Camus
Snow Art
Cacophony
Trying to find, a little symmetry
In a picture, filled with cacophony
But in all honesty
I needed to apply real psychology
To interpret the conveyed imagery
Can you tell me
What you see?
Posted in Daily Photo
“In the depth of winter
I finally learned
that there was in me
an invincible summer”
Albert Camus
Snow Art
Creek
“A skip and a hop,
Being careful, to not drop,
As over the creek I flow
Because, the teacher, told me to take it slow
So not to into the deep cold waters go”
Posted in Daily Photo
“In the depth of winter
I finally learned
that there was in me
an invincible summer”
Albert Camus
Snow Art
Creek
The water’s icy and cold
As the winter us does scold
Maybe this is starting to get old
But I am feeling pretty bold
As I am repeating the same old song
“There is something definitely wrong
With a winter ever so long
Sometimes the feeling so strong
That the summers are long gone!”
Posted in Daily Photo
“In the depth of winter
I finally learned
that there was in me
an invincible summer”
Albert Camus
Snow Art
Snow Dragon
“It is time to say goodbye,
So, fly my little pretties, fly!”
Said the snow white dragon
As she pushed the tiny frozen snowflakes off her wagon
“Now go and the world populate,
For this is our season to dominate.
Sooner, than later,
Our time will be less greater,
As the warm weather,
Throws it fiery tether,
Our lives will be forfeited
Into the ever changing ground fitted.
So, fly my little pretties, fly,
Before it is time to die!”
Posted in Daily Photo
“In the depth of winter
I finally learned
that there was in me
an invincible summer”
Albert Camus
Snow Art
Snow Dance
In the deepest of forests
In a time, well past august
A rhythm laid dormant
Waiting, sleeping, snoring
Until the time of performance…
Then, one shiny night
When the moon, was lit bright
Fell the tiny white flakes
Leaving glistening sparkles in their wake
The time for doing the shake
Had finally arrived!
If you happen to take a stroll
In winter’s frozen poles
Listen carefully for the sound
It can be heard all around
Listen to the nature’s wintery band
And do, join the jam
Posted in Daily Incidents
“So, Monday, we meet again!”
Monday: We meet 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
Posted in Freaky Friday: Tales of the odd and unexpected
“I am not trying to give an image of a fairytale,
perfect, everything else,
I am just being myself”
Rebecca Loos
Bitch Perfect
Call me the perfect bitch
Or just the worst one you can find
I may be a broom-less witch
But still the best of my kind
You may find me..
Taking flight
In the darkest of night
Or just taking a bus
In the early morning rush
You may see me…
Dancing naked in the pouring rain
Celebrating life to the fullest
Or just having a beer in a dive bar stained
Being one of the people dullest
You may catch me…
Casting the mightiest of spells
Cursing and not giving a damn
Or just talking to my mom on the cell
Just because, I can
Now you may see me…
In a new aspect
As a bitch perfect
Because that is who I am
Just because, I can
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
“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!”
Rantings Of A Third Kind 