AUTUMN…

 

Resolute cat walks through descended leaves;
Its sensory perceiving[s] — clever thieves.
A wide-awake cat’s aware of the ALL,
‘Specially during scintillating Fall.
In the grass, mouse’s whiskers bristling,
High up, is that a squirrel whistling?
All things cool in an aloft bird’s shadow;
Inspires the cat to look up, but not slow.
Nuance of faraway human voices,
Made the cat hasten, too many choices.

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Decided Not To Decide…

Lolling, rolling, yellow brown bumblebees, humid hot, itty-bitty birds twittering within green leaves, the big black cat sat on the white porch, his eyes half-closed. Each time he heard the bees buzz, feline flipping the bird [thumping his tail], splintered wood. Feathered chit-chat, corpulent cat responds, opening his eyes, BUT — the thick air was like a blanket. The black cat closed his eyes once more.

The Authentic …

Moggy’s a dinkum, fine upstanding cat;
Purloins my steak fast [the drop of a hat].
Cats howling at night, a feline chin-wag —
My cat [my moggy] pursue the ball, “TAG!”
To be a dinkum goes against the grain;
Being an “original” can be a strain.
Dinkum Moggy studies the night’s shadow.
Purloining the nuance made her mellow.
This cat, a rare dinkum, slept in my lap,
While running through the woods, Moggy’s dream map.