As a cat, I lie on the floor basking and stretching in the warmth of the sun.

I wonder why everyone is hurrying and scurrying around as if this might be the last day.

As I yawn and roll over I try to figure out why people find humor in throwing fake mice in front of me, trying to coax me to do silly things like take the energy to chase it absolutely nowhere because after all it’s just a waste of time pretending that it’s real.

I wonder why I can’t be served dinner with the rest of the family (considering I am considered a part of it) instead of my meal being served to me over by the stove on the floor.

I enjoy the comfort of home just like everyone else.

Sometimes I daydream about silly things like trying to catch that one bird that seems as though it’s  purposely flying back and forth just to tease me.

I daydream about being able to sneak around the house while everyone is sleeping doing these things that I usually get scolded for like climbing where I shouldn’t be.

Ah! The life of a cat – not a worry in the world, a life of leisure and contentment.

 

~CSM

The sun rises high

to take its place

in the azure sky.

Leaves fall

And soon all

Will be brown

And frozen to the ground.

Winds blow

And soon the town

Will be full of snow

The Sun set soon

to make way for

the beaming Moon.

                                                ~ Doug Palmer

 

salt and pepper

light and dark

rain or shine

sweet and sour

black and white

ying and yang

yes, no

come and go

stop and go

sun and moon

work and play

ham n’ eggs

 

pick one and go!!

 

 

Salt and pepper

Lassenpheffer

Sweet and sour

pork     power

Ying and yang

elements twang

Black and white

fight fight fight

Light and dark

work in the park

Yes & No

Either way it’s a go.

Every day I dream of the world as it was created to be:

bursting with green life from the sun, a sea full of wishes and fishes, people all colors of the rainbow at peace with each other, children born in love and my heart on fire with thanks and love to embrace the dream and live it out.

 

water

drops

rainman

wet

patter pitter

 

 

 

Pitter patter

What’s the matter?

Sounds like so much natter

Pitter patter

My brain’s a’ scatter

Brains oh my you surely flatter

By the time I think of something

to say I’ll be fatter!

or grass will shatter.

If I could paint I would spatter.

If you could choose, would you choose the later?

Oh well, all the rhyming “atters” I could think of are just a smatter.