It is.
I Think It's Called Ask Me Later
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXIII)
Back home by sevn, with only six t'avail
Me ere I must leave 'gain for work, how thence
Both Tigger and then Peter greet me hence,
Yet til their bowls are washed calm, that detail
Enough for sweet "meows," til I maunt fail
To serve all, and they munch whilst I fr'intents
Make French Toast for our breakfast, that's all, whence
Where he sez they want lo, the mixture: bail.
So set the dinner plate down, and in tour
They lap the egg/milk mixture happ'ly to
Their hearts' content. Go clean the bathroom, they're
Quite eager to play there whileas I do.
How Tigger will watch as he sweeps. And were
There else, oh LORD, how we anon praise You.
24Jul25a
So there.
A Different Angle Than the Evening News
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXIV)
Rain, such as I have dreamed, mine to watch hence,
In torrents while I'm safe indoors t'avail,
How sweet tis just to listen ere it fail,
The silver light 'neath mirky heavns which dense
Clouds troll with what exactly in its sense
We know so well by instinct? Aught detail
Set off to grand effect thereby, derail
Aught else to lose me therein like defense.
Ah, but, if only. How Thy mercies pure
And simply spared us whilst how others knew
Such damage was't?! How shall I look as twere?
Lo, text my brother: his shot of the two
Shows them on my bed--they miss me?! Is't poor?
Oh LORD, we wait on Thee. Return, won't You?
24Jul25b
It's so perfect.
Now, Finish Possum's Book of Cats
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXV)
How droplets yet hang on the window, frail
Light with the ling'ring bits of storm in dense
Dark clouds as ev'ning draws up measures hence
For nightfall, tiger lilies bent, the tale
Of yellow heads ornge spices that detail
Which seems to brighten all, where puddles thence
Reply for what had passed, as if suspense
Could rouse itself from lethargy t'avail.
Yet is it night, or dark blue storms astir
Within these minutes calm seems owns anew?
Aught in the wilder note storms augur, were
The forecast now correct, they're passing through
Nor shall be oer til when? How lights bestir
Against the darkness as, LORD, we wait You.
24Jul25c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 30th, 2025 09:28
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