Posted in Choka, Double Choka, NaPoWriMo 2020

Cat vs Dog vs Me

Dog and Cat in a face off

An imaginary conversation between my cat Naomi and my dog Trixi.

“Sorry, wasn’t my fault!

I really didn’t mean to bite!”

Naomi meowed loudly.

“She pushed me right at you!”

“She only wanted to

Make us be friends” said Trixi

“Then why did you growl,

And snap at me? It scared me!”

“I wasn’t feeling friendly then”

“But now you are?”

Naomi indignantly hissed.

“Yes, we owe her that,

Don’t you agree, Naomi?

After all, your bite

Could’ve locked up her jaw!

We could have lost her!”

“Yes, but It still wasnt my fault!

Cats don’t want dogs for their friend!”

Double Choka

NaPoWriMo Day 7–“Prompt: “How the other tells it”

Remember an encounter with an animal.

Write a poem about the way the animal describes the encounter to its friends.

When I was about six years old I made the mistake of trying to make my newly acquired cat and my older dog to become friends.

I was holding my cat and put her up close to my feisty rat terrier dog thinking I would get them acquainted, and then hopefully they would become friends.

Just as my mom yelled at me to stop, the dog growled and snapped at the cat. The cat got scared and instead of letting her jump away free to run I held on to her and she turned on me and bit me on my cheek close to my ear.

This resulted in a very quick trip to the doctor who was a 30 minute drive away and me getting a shot of penicillin. The doctor said if mom hadn’t gotten me to him right away I might have gotten lockjaw and possibly died. This was in 1950.

I learned a hard lesson that day which I never forgot. Don’t try to force friendships on anyone, especially animals!

Posted in Tanka

Morris-Angel of Friendship

Morris the Cat—2004-2019
Morris the Cat—2004-2019

An angel left us

Silently, went to heaven

Christmas Eve morn.

Fifteen years of her friendship

Remains in our memories.

Tanka

A tribute to our family cat who passed away this last Christmas Eve morning.

Posted in Cinquain, December 2017

Juliette’s House

White Cat figurine

Colorless

But for blue dot

Blind cat silently sits

His wish for a loving, good home

Fulfilled

Cinquain

While in a local bank I stopped to check out the tags on the Giving Tree they had set up. The Tree was to provide Christmas Gifts to our local Juliette’s House, which is a place dedicated to helping abused children.

One Tag said “Colored Pencils”. Since I am into drawing and coloring I chose that one to fulfill.

Looking further my eye caught sight of a tag that said “Dog and Cat Figurines”. I chose that tag for my daughter to fulfill as she was a Dog/Cat lover, being an owner of 4 dogs and 2 cats.

The Small Cat Figurine she donated to Juliette’s House was all white except it had a very small blue dot on its fur. We thought it was unique and that perhaps the child that received it would use his/her imagination to create a story as to how the blue dot came to be, as I did in this Tanka poem.

Any of you poets want to add to this Cat’s story? If so, share your imaginative poem or thought in the comment section.

Posted in November 2016, Senryu

Morris the Queen

Morris the Queen, golden calico cat
Sits upon our hearts

None other can take her place

Morris the Queen

Senryu

(Tribute to Morris, my grandson’s cat, who is about 12 years old now. He got her as a baby kitten and though she was female he. Ames her Morris because she looks just like the famous Morris on Nine Lives. She has truly been a wonderful family cat.)

Posted in Rhyme, September 2013

Aha! The Intruder

Cat in the MeadowI hear chirping in the meadow,
I run quickly to see!
Have the little songbirds returned?
Oh really, can it be?
Am I once again to be blessed,
by the sweet, cheerful sounds,
of the little creatures singing,
among the reeds that grace the grounds?

Ah, yes, I see a flutter, a movement on a reed!
But, now the chirping sounds alarming,
And causes me to wonder indeed!
The song is not one so charming,
but one full of alarm and fright.
A clear sound of warning,
a chirp commanding quick flight!

Then, out of the corner of my eye,
I see a movement in the grass.
What is out there in the meadow?
Something that seems to trespass…

Aha! Tis the neighbor’s cat,
Seeking to find the sound that she too heard.
She left her perch whereupon she sat,
to discover the chirping bird!

Now, this story has a happy ending,
of which I am glad indeed!
For the little bird took flight,
before the cat reached it’s reed!

Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson  09-05-13