she’d be easy to off she’s not a mouth breather I could do it tonight but i guess I should keep her she seems nice enough mostly leaves me alone even feeds me wet food spends hours on the phone I don’t miss the streets ‘specially when it rains have a soft place to sleep I shouldn’t complain, though she’d be easy to off I’d just lay on her face til her lips turn pale blue slip away with no trace but sadly I’m spoiled I’ve grown lazy and fat she’s devious, that one crazy old broad with cats
~kat
A second take on today’s prompt. Couldn’t resist.
Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 9 Prompt: Today, try writing your own poem in the voice of an animal or plant, or a poem that describes a specific animal or plant with references to historical events or scientific facts.
one taco, two taco, three taco, four crisis averted for two weeks more five taco, six taco, seven taco, eight stocks in the tank, as prices inflate nine taco, ten taco, eleven taco, twelve the deal maker choked, bluff’s up, his foes held
~kat
True story…breaking news as of now…we have TWO MORE WEEKS before doomsday…is anyone surprised? I actually had spent the day writing my own version of 99 bottles of beer on the wall…think 99 cells in his brain left to go…but I’ll spare you that exhausting, never-ending dirge! I like keeping it short and to the point. In case you don’t get the connection, TACO stands Trump Always Chickens Out! Thank goodness he is unpredictably predictable.Take a deep breath…take a moment.
Today’s Glimmer…more blooms a-bursting on the hill…an azalea bush that is all buds, and a visit from my crow friend. (He needs a name, I think) Each one is perfect in their own way for a glimmering moment and a smile!
Much love, peace, and smiling, moment glimmers to you!
Today’s Glimmer: Beautiful Winter Trees in the Bramlett Mountain Foothills ~kat 2025
another autumn
the autumn winds, swift and fierce raze the forest leaves from limb like seasons past, played their part trees pruned, as winter begins
summer’s leaf-dressed canopy shade from sun and camouflage now reveal a clearer view a hidden treasure-like mirage
nests tucked in the highest nooks forest floor, its paths obscured leaf-covered in amber-gold souls of trees laid bare and pure
soon winter with frosty breath, snow will turn the foothills white autumn gently tucks us in to sleep through wintery nights
~kat
I love autumn! The colors, the smells, bonfires, hot apple cider. It passes so quickly leaving us with trees stripped bare. And I must admit, I love winter trees too. To me, they are symbols of letting go, reminding me shedding what no longer serves me does not mean I have to rush to get on with whatever is next. The trees this time of year show me how to stop, to reflect, and to hope in the spring. As we enter this dark season when the nights are long may we learn to rest. After a long year may we settle into warmth of home, of family and friends, and remember what is most important.
After five years, our inoperable fireplace restored. A glimmer to keep us warm on cold winter nights.
it’s a date
three years from today meet me in the hills I’ll brew us some tea if we are here still the future we dreamed the battles hard won we’ll tip our warm cups in the light of the sun no longer afraid to be seen or to speak freedom and justice restored to the meek if we have survived I’ve no doubt we will we’ll talk about weather here in the foothills
their retribution knows no bounds no resolution may be found their injury, whether faux or real seeks recompense, but here’s the deal revenge is not a one and done they’ll hunt you down ‘til kingdom come and even once you’re dead and gone they’ll trash your name, decry your wrongs made up or real, it matters not the point is that it’s not forgot if you have kids woe to them all they’ll bear the brunt after you fall of fabricated, vague connects there’ll be no end to hate unchecked until their vapid soul descends to bitter hell to join their friends lamenting each raw deal endured how they were blameless, never heard how sad that innocents have borne their cruelty and vicious scorn vile to the core, intent to destroy sad little men who act like boys
~kat
Today was a cacophony of horribles. The revenge tour has commenced by raiding the home and office of one of the top persons on the enemy list ( that they claim doesn’t exist ), the testimony of maxwell, the evil sex trafficker was released, sort of…selectively…everyone and no one did anything unseemly to young girls, or so this convicted criminal perjurer says…a military official who made the mistake of accurately reporting that damage done by trumps supposed bombing and annihilation of Iran’s nuclear stockpile was fired today, the Epstein files…remember those? The deadline came and went and congress finally received a stack of previously released documents…nothing new to see here folks…all while the national guard troops wandering the streets in the capital will now be armed…what could possibly go wrong…and coming soon to a democratic city near you…hey there Chicago…and you too New York. Did I miss anything….honestly this all happened today…oh and the supreme leader has traded in his maga hat for a new message…”Trump was right about everything”…of course, whatever you say Donnie boy. It’s easy to be right about everything when you fire all the truth tellers and rewrite history. Don’t even go there…what they’re planning to do to our Smithsonian artifacts and history…that was yesterday’s news. There is no way around it folks. The worse things that could happen, have.
It’s happening. The final labored breaths of democracy. I’m not sure how to act. The sun still rose today. I logged in to work like i do every day. Deer and turkeys and hummingbirds wandered by my window. My African violet popped out another flower. Maybe that’s the point. In the midst of a horrible, awful day, nature reminds me that life goes on…I need to focus on the day. It’s likely to get worse before it gets better. But it’s a waste of living to worry about it. There is air to be breathed, the music of the wind to lose myself in, and to dance. Everything else is noise.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
I know I vacillate between doom and joy these days. With today being heavy on the doom. It’s just reality. Not pretty right now, but I feel called to use this space to document what is happening…should anyone read my words at some future date….but for glimmers…that’s how I intend to get to the other side.
This young female cardinal, resting in the heat of the day. August 22, 2015. ~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
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