For a smile as wide as a country sunrise
Hi everyone, I back again, Muffin here! It 2 weeks again since my human let me write my mewsings, so hard to believe. He that he just forget, not mean to take so long. Then why he not write note to remind himself, he do that with other things. Hmm, maybe I need to do some reminding instead, hehe. My way is so much fun! My human. He leave little box on floor, he say it big box, but if it big, then why he not see it? Anyway, box get in way, my toy mousy go behind box, so I move box to get my mousy, what else I supposed to do? Then my human get up during the night and I hear him go AAAAAAAAA and then thump, clump, whump. Then he do such beautiful human purring again. He come back to bed asking how box get in middle of room. Actually, it wasn’t in middle, just close to wear he walk around in room. But he shouldn’t leave box lying around like that. Could be dangerous, he might hurt himself. Oh well. He tell me today World Poetry Day, so I jump up and down like kangaroo and say I want to do poem too. So here is my poem for today:
Muffin and Mr. Cat
Here we go to run and play,
Mr. Cat, and me, all day! πΊπΊ
We play tag all ’round the trees,
Then we sit, enjoy the breeze.
Climb to the top, of big tree,
And all the time, we go wheeeee!
Down we come, glad I not fat,
Since Muffin land on Mr. Cat! π
Through long grass, so fast we run,
Jump like kangaroo, so fun! πΈπΈ
We bonk our heads, fall down too,
We funny cats, that so true!πΉπΉ
Now sitting here, we both say,
This has been a purrfect day!π»π»
Β©2021 Steve McLeod.
Since today is World Poetry Day, I figured that I really should post a poem today, Muffin is going to post a poem a little bit later as well.Β So here is my contribution:
The morning sun shines o’er the hill,
Bathing the land, quiet and still.
Yet birds do sing since early morn,
With beauty, the land, to adorn.
Squirrels laze about in the sun,
Enjoying time when they don’t run.
Blue jays together, there they sit,
Enjoying the morn, every bit.
Gulls are soaring against blue sky,
And filling the air with their cry.
Now on the lake, a gentle breeze,
And morning sun, above the trees.
The morning time, oh ’tis so grand,
With such blessing across the land.
Β©2021 Steve McLeod.