“The hunter cats, are on the prowl, naturally, it’s Caturday!” Gun Roswell
Caturday Hunt
The two leaders of the hunter cats
Walked up to each other for a quick chat
Planning all of their next moves
As around the street they grove
This is all carefully thought
All, this, the Caturday plot
Nothing the hunter cats do is random
That is why they got such a great fandom
Even the kittens join the litter
Some even adorned with glitter
The bigger ones teaching and guiding
Soon they all will be thriving
In this Saturday hunt
For the cats so very blunt
Originally posted on Alison Williams Writing: A updated post from a previous Friday the 13th, back in 2013. ? So it’s Friday the 13th again and many …
#Friday the 13th – Thirteen Tales and Superstitions #Friday13th
“Happy Friday the 13th. Satan texted me saying watch my back…With a winky face.”
Friday, the 13th?
The tale told below
Was it based on a true story?
Or just pure fiction?
That, my dear reader
Is for the writer to know
And for you to enjoy!
As I arrived in the office, the place seemed more quiet than usual.
At least this early in the morning.
Sitting in my seat, pondering, where everyone else were.
No emails, no calls
No contacts at all
Had I mistaken?
Or too early awoken?
Was this a wrong day?
A Saturday, a Sunday?
Thinking about it, the traffic had been oddly light.
Even though it had been early morning time.
After a few hours of waiting in solitude, people I had never seen, entered the room.
Talking in strange languages, sounding like a record been played back the wrong way.
I was observing them. They did not seem to notice me.
Passing me by
Wondering why
Seemed like a dream
So unreal did it seem
I tried to greet one of them. I kept repeating
Hello, hello, HELLO!
But unnoticed
Even by the closest
Visitor did I go
Getting irritated, I did no longer hesitate.
Jumped in front of the nearest stranger.
I did not feel I was in any danger.
Waved my arms and shouted.
Like a mad person undoubted
.
But nothing, no nothing stirred the strangers.
As if I wasn’t even there…
Maybe, just maybe
I had turned invisible
Or maybe,
It was all, just a dream
After all
It was Friday the 13th!
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“There is nothing wrong with being simple, living simple and expecting only simple things to happen” Gun Roswell
Simplicity
Reflected, on to the side wall
A simple, darkened, shadow so tall
The black figure really contrasted
As against to wall, it is plastered
When the afternoon light, ever so bright
Shines upon the statuesque tree, quite tight
And so is, the simple tall tree
For everyone’s eyes to really see
The beauty of it now visible
When before it seemed so neglectable
Definitely, quite photogenic now
As it came to life in this moment somehow
The simple tree of a trunk
Now has everyone on watching on the ground
Until such time the sun will go down
And the tall willowy, simple tree
Into the darkness of the night will flee
“The moon shines brightly, even if the colour is slightly, pink” Gun Roswell
Pinkish Moon
The skies of the early morning hours
The colours from pitch black turning to likes of flowers
The bluish hue, fading to a bright purple too
Then softly, all the various pinks start a popping
Turning the darkly lit skies to something nice
Just like someone sprinkled, some sugar and spice
The object in question, might be for a while hiding
But as the colours are turning that much brighter
Soon, the moon, too, will be, totally smiling
And then, there will be partying, singing and dancing
For all us moon children on the ground prancing
Viva la rosa Luna!
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