It is.
I Think It's Called Ask Me Later
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXIII)
Back home by sevn, with but six hours 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) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: If you have any appreciation for Eliot or felines, you've simply gotta read his superb volume. Enjoy?!
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I hope the storms have passed, the breakfast seems a bit extravagant for two fluffballs!!, enjoyed the reads
But it wasn't my idea, it was my brother's, (and he's a gentle, fatherly character to them), and besides, I'm sure it was good for them. Thank you so very much!!!
So they control him as well, complete take over, have fun
[Well, I have "meowed" for years, but now he does as well.]
Your cool!!
Why, thank you!
It never rains but it pours they say and too much of anything is well...... too much. Another fun read Chic
Enjoy your read.
Yay! Glad to hear that!!
I've not read Eliot, But I have seen CATS, which I'm sure is a poor substitute. I can picture the contented kitties, lapping up the delicious mixture. And I love a rainy day, subdued and peaceful. Although I do enjoy a good thunder storm now and then, something about the lightening and the big boom that follows that is quite exhilerating. Love write!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! I love to hear that. Thanks again, you're too kind.
Whether it comes or goes doesn't it, but Eliot's Old Possums book of Practical Cats has been around for ever .. I shall have to go fish it out from off my dusty shelf .. becuz while you can beat an egg, you just can't beat a good pussy .. 🐈⬛ 😎👍
Hahaha! You oh, you!!! There's none like you! I had to buy my best friend [who is on MPS thanks to my perpetually sharing with her from here, and has posted some of her superb work as well] the illustrated copy because it was too perfect in countless ways, for Xmas in July [at least that was my excuse]. Thank you again so much!
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