You had to know it.
There Is a Reason I Love Cats
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDXCVI)
I'm not too tired, how could I be? yet thence
Upon the highway I am drifting, frail
As aught 'scuse, off to sleep like t'would avail.
Stop at Panera once back in defense
Of my subscription, then home fin'lly, whence
With nary time for aught, think to detail
The time in showring but they sweetly trail
Along, play with my bathrobe ties, and hence?
Oh pancakes would be lovely but tis poor
Cuz I've no time, and want sleep ere off to
The next shift, so just porridge. Yet as twere
Still short of time, I'll read and go off two
Hours to catch sleep. Then scramble to bestir
Me to Panera, JetBrite, and work too.
28Jun25a
Guess we coulda had pancakes after all.
Something Very Like a Reprieve
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDXCVII)
Why'd I not check my schedule ere the trail
As erst wont? Get to work with two hours thence
To spare?! Oh waste of gas and time! Defense
These priceless minutes home, who'd not avail?
I'll wash the dishes I'd no time for, bail
Mine now, yea, fold the laundry with fr'intents
Time to eat breakfast, clean my inbox hence
And find my book's delivered. Which detail?
How Tigger purrs whenas I come join her
To clean my inbox. Peter plays anew
All by himself. She did take down in tour
My tree whileas I napped. Guess that will do.
And if my brother left it all as twere
For me, what's new? LORD, save us now, won't You?
28Jun25b
Mists are so...romantic, aren't they?
Well, Look Who's Come A Calling
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDXCVIII)
Mists, white and thick, rise from the hollows dense
And like a wall or barr'er twixt the tale
Before and yonder, far as eye t'avail
Kin see across the land in dawn's bright sense
Of morning, waking oer these slumbring hence
Calm prairies, on the river tugboats trail
Across, and 'hind the woods half lurking, hale
In vaprous naught as if they leer fr'intents.
I must drive, yet I can't avoid as twere
Their presence, tempted to be spellbound through
One look, yet with too much to do in tour
And far too little time. Oh me, the view!
How I now yearn to wander in fog's pure
Depths, kissed by that sweet moisture. LORD, where to?
28Jun25c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 7th, 2025 11:08
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BRAVO
Chic I have had several cats in the past and with mixed feelings. As to the fog I have memories as well. Another set of sonnets well written.
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