What to write, she tensed and ponder,

While he played with her feet down under.

His fur is softer than any fur coat,

And he butts his head into my legs like a goat.

His eyes are pleading, but I gave him water,

So off to his food bowl I must saunter.

Little pellets pour out, and he pretends to eat,

But I know…he really wants a chewy treat.

Now comes sister begging for some love,

And she starts to purr like a dove.

Seems tonight just wrote this little piece.

Now it’s time to catch some of my own zees.

Baby blue skies kissed with cotton candy clouds,

The blue hour upon this world is fleeting.

Water shimmers in turquoise iridescence,

Creamy white sands swirl in lapping waves.

Gently slip into slumber as day fades to night,

Curled up in a blanket by the silent shore.

Dream sweet dreams of dolphins and shells,

And adventures with Poseidon by your side.

Alabaster skin almost translucent in light;

Veiled shadows reveal the rays dancing through.

A soft fragility masks the aged figure;

How has it lasted hundreds, nay, thousands of years.

Unprotected from the elements, time has worn off her details,

How did they carve this beauty before the modern age?

But still she stands, a beacon of strength and beauty,

Amidst the ruins from when Rome did fall.

The weather deceived on Florida,

It should be a crisp winter day.

Instead the sun beat down relentlessly,

With only passing clouds providing relief.

The wind picked up as the skies darkened,

But the threat of rain did not come to pass.

The humidity gathered and smothered instead

While Mother Nature had her last laugh.

Four little eyes looked up at her begging for treats.

She bent down, “Here you go my sweets!”

They met her with purrs and head punchies

Before snacking away on their munchies.

Then a playful fight and they ran away,

Ready to curl up and dream the night away.

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Yep, bad cat poetry…that’s where I am tonight. Enjoy!

A world beyond this, I visit in my dreams;

The fantastic, the amazing, the terrifying…

All these worlds await me in my dreams.

I’ve lived in London, walking down cobbled roads,

Watching chaos and riots, thankfully only in my dreams;

Met him at a pub in Edinburgh, finally,

Saying good bye to a lost future, in my dreams.

Frozen, paralyzed in my bed, time and again,

Unable to scream for help, in my dreams.

Toiling, never-ending problems, ugh!, the worst

I never feel rested when it’s work in my dreams.

But then there are flights of fancy, giggling

Some really good things, too, in my dreams.

My favorite is waking up next to you,

Smiling at me with loving eyes in my dreams.

Who know, maybe dreams can come true?

Until then, I guess I’ll have to see you in my dreams.

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Written from a prompt from Lady Jabberwocky: http://ladyjabberwocky.com/2023/01/16/prompt-of-the-week-dream-a-little-dream-2/

The magnificent stone facade cracked and crumbled.

Man’s constructs were no match for nature’s wrath.

Winds and waters erode the mightiest stone,

While seeds infiltrate cement slabs and grow.

The forests take over where homes once stood;

The tides wash away structures along the shore.

Still we build, we must to survive. But, at what cost?

Will nature continue to overpower us,

Or can we find a way to work with nature,

Save each other for our mutual benefit?

Frantic, wanting to run, to escape, but frozen.

Eyes move rapidly, looking for a way out,

But there is no way without movement.

No restraints are holding her back,

She’s free to go, but the bonds are invisible.

Unable to depart from this place called home.

The ghost of love haunts her, so she stays.

She would be lonely any other place than here,

Despite its aging foundation and walls,

Maintained but oh so familiar for her.

So many signals to find something else,

From him saying it is okay to move on,

But still she stays…likely to her dying day.