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dogs & cats – a day in the life

the dog…aka Maxwell
the cat – aka Merlin
a day in the life

morning
the dog ...
-gotta pee, gotta pee, maybe a poop
-eat breakfast, yum yum yum
-must have a belly rub or two or three...don’t stop hooman, don’t stop!
-take a nap

the cat ...
-sit on hooman’s face to wake them up, or finish them off...
-on second thought, i need sustenance after the night i’ve had chasing bugs...
-let them live...for now
-eat breakfast
—watch birds outside from the window seat

afternoon
the dog ...
-gotta pee, gotta pee, maybe a poop
-have a treat, yum yum yum
-chase the cat
-bark at the delivery truck
-lick hooman’s face
-take a nap

the cat ...
-spend a few hours sunning
-check in on the hooman who needs to be reminded to take a break now that they work from home and NEVER LEAVE
-walk in front of the work screen
-type a secret message
-shred paper on the desk
-hack up a fur ball on the keyboard
-toss the so-called mouse on the floor
-disappear until dinner

evening
the dog ...
-gotta pee, gotta pee, maybe a poop
-lay on the kitchen floor under the hooman’s feet to supervise dinner making
-after one more pee and poop, eat a night night treat. yum yum yum
-snuggle up close with my hooman for a good sleep
i loves my hooman

the cat ...
-loudly remind hooman it’s dinner time
-sit on hooman’s head at tv time
-after lights out, guard the end of the bed from toe monsters under the covers
-wretch loudly several times during the night
-race up and down the hallway
-sing the song of the night
-watch hooman sleep
tomorrow hooman...tomorrow

~kat

Had some fun for today’s NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 9 Prompt: write a poem in the form of a “to-do list.” The fun of this prompt is to make it the “to-do list” of an unusual person or character. It’s not really a poem, but they say write what you know…


yippee! it’s spring!

yippee! it’s spring!

when fleas make dogs itch
and pollen makes people sneeze
welcome to bloomin’ springtime

days of rain, incessant raining
spring is sprouting and i’m annoyed,
birdsong, bee-buzz, peepers, the noise
muddy mess, yes, i’m complaining
missing sleep from daylight saving
a favorite season for some folk
i’m not impressed and that’s no joke
wake me up when summer’s over
i’m averse to heat and clover
ignore me as i bloat and choke!

~kat

For Ronovan Writes Haiku (Prompt Words: Flea & Sneeze) and Décima (Prompt: NOISE in the B rhyme line) Challenges. 
Décima description: 10 lines, 8 syllable each, rhyme scheme: ABBAACCDDC OR two stanzas of ABBA/ACCDDC.

bananas for bananas

bananas for bananas

a banana is
the perfect fruit

ask anyone
and they’ll tell you

literally anyone...
what is it about bananas
and why are they so special

oh i can list a few reasons
how do i love thee, fair banana...

almost ripe, firm, smooth on the tongue,
a tinge of green, bittersweet

in smoothies, puddings and
in muffins and cakes and

quick breads (warm from the oven, sliced thick, slathered with fresh butter) too,
long, lean, and luscious, perfect

to eat raw, sliced or mashed,
to take along anywhere

already wrapped, delightful to peel
such a fine fruit...the banana

who wouldn’t love them

~kat
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For NaPoWriMo2021 Challenge - Day 5: Find a poem, and then write a new poem that has the shape of the original, and in which every line starts with the first letter of the corresponding line in the original poem. I chose Rita Dove’s poem, “Flirtation” (see below).

Flirtation
BY RITA DOVE
After all, there’s no need
to say anything

at first. An orange, peeled
and quartered, flares

like a tulip on a wedgewood plate
Anything can happen.

Outside the sun
has rolled up her rugs

and night strewn salt
across the sky. My heart

is humming a tune
I haven’t heard in years!

Quiet’s cool flesh—
let’s sniff and eat it.

There are ways
to make of the moment

a topiary
so the pleasure’s in

walking through.

Rita Dove, “Flirtation” from Museum (Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1983). Copyright © 1983 by Rita Dove. Reprinted with the permission of the author.
Source: The Poetry Anthology 1912-2002 (Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2002)



Sunday’s Long Overdue, Long-Winded ReVerse Poem – 4 April 2021

Hello dearies...it’s been a long dry spell, with only intermittent blips of light peeking through the dark of winter...and me taking time to breathe after holding my breath for so long. I have missed this place and you, and the Muse has been an elusive imp for several seasons now, giddy I suspect with the woods that surround my house and weary of my rote tiny existence behind these walls of COVID-induced shelter.

You may have heard. We had an election here in the US. Sanity won, but only by a heartbeat. The losers, sore and swift to cry foul, attempted a coup, failing, still loom, waiting for their golden god’s next marching orders. I am happy to say that I am learning to breathe again...big breath in...big breath out...my head filling again with words, tossing around and jumbled, ready for the picking. It feels good to be back...slowly but surely I am.

Sunday’s Long Overdue, Long-Winded ReVerse Poem - 4 April 2021

and me breathing...
thank you dear strangers
do not linger
compassion prevailed
their footprints in the dust long disbursed to the wind
age of Aquarius dawning
tick tock tick
full cold moon on ice
wash away the pain
when the air swelled, when time shifted,
words upon beautiful words whispering,
the clouds fell to earth tonight
it shouldn’t surprise us
how you dance with the wind when tempests roar
my weary bones need no persuading;
liberated only in name
bound in symmetry
here on the brink
only to be nipped
now heartless, empty
weary of promises, promises impossible to keep
the irony of it not lost

~kat

A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week...or in this case, the past several months.


NaPoWriMo 2021 – Day 3 – old tree

old tree

on the forest floor
lies the shell of an old tree
stubbly roots exposed, its core
now heartless, empty
grist for grubs, in death humility

~kat

For NaPoWriMo 2021 - Day 3...Off topic, but I promise to work on my personal deck. It seems like a worthwhile project to inspire future poetry. For today...a Horatiodet (my own short version of the Horatian Ode...a Form i came up with when i was doing daily micropoetry.) A Horatiodet is a total of 5 lines, syllable count: 5-7-7-5-9 / rhyme scheme: ababb. In other words, it is a short Horatian Ode (only one stanza), a form based on the style of Horace, Quintus Horatius Flaccus (December 8, 65 BC – November 27, 8 BC), the leading Roman lyric poet.

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