October 7th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- The intruder broke security
- The stillness in dead of night
- The honking cacaphony
- Alerted geese in Southern flight
- Who looked below with watchful eye
- But seeing no brethren in distress
- Added to the melody
- With raucous noisiness
- We woke and peered through window shades
- Leery of seeing the aftermath
- And there on the top of our honking car
- Sat our very own cat who was taking a bath.
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September 9th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- I miss the cat’s meowing ways.
- A derelict, at best a vagabond
- Whose wide green eyes
- Read my thoughts
- While patiently waiting for my response.
- The food and drink were freely given
- But ensconced in his purloining ways
- He pilfered my heart and then
- The cat crept furtively away.
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September 8th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- The chameleon crept to where he resides.
- He hides in a crack in the wall,
- The place his identity is un-alibied
- And his true colors are recalled.
- When his surroundings are dull and gray,
- He makes for himself, a rose colored day.
- I sat on the step with my fears inside,
- Concealing my feelings from you.
- I thought I could keep them unamplified
- But my tears exposed them to view.
- My vision was cloudy, my cloudy skies gray.
- I wished I could make it a rose-colored day.
- The cat strolled up for his morning meal
- And surveying his dish surmised,
- “I thought today would be a chicken day
- But I see it’s of fish comprised
- And the bowl holds water instead of wine.”
- But contented he purred as he began to dine.
- After eating he washed, as the sun gave rise.
- He said, “My friend, this is how you do.
- Look at the day through slitted eyes.
- Make a rose-colored day when you feel blue.
- Give what you can and enjoy what you get.
- Take what is given. Don’t fret about it.”
- “Looking through eyes which are narrowed to slits
- Gray sky takes on a rosy hue.
- You can filter out all the unhappy bits.
- …And by the way, the fish was good, too!”
- With one last “Meow!” the cat strolled away.
- Leaving the secret of a rose colored day.
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