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A New Kind of School If there was a school fur cats to go And learn about human stuff, It wouldn't be long before we'd know We already knew enough! What could they teach us while we're there Ignoring each word they said? Why don't they listen and let cats share The lessons we know instead? A school of purrs instead of shoving, Of meditation and grace, A school fur cats to teach them loving, So the world is a better place.  My Haiku1. My heart was broken. I lost my club and my friends. But I found them here. 2. I was grace incarnate. Aging goes with beauty well, But not with grace. Ooops. 3. Ah, black velvet night! I can reach and touch the stars... Oh. The screen is there.
I've been a queen in my home, it's true, In this modern time with a peace so new That my quiet purring will give no clue To the things I know in my heart. But I was the Queen of the Nile in truth, In the golden Bastet, by sayers of sooth Both worshipped in age and revered in youth, Which were eons far apart, And I've been the Queen in a northern clime, Of the ice and fjords of an earlier time, From the sabre toothed of forests sublime To the tundra flats of tan, And I've been the Queen of the everglades, In the gnarled trunks and the columnades, One step ahead of the hunting raids That came on the heels of Man. And I reminisce, for so well I know The annals of time and the spirit's glow You see in my eyes, if I let it show. For I have been Queen of so much more Than a sunny window and carpeted floor; For I have been Queen forever. I haf been Queen furefur!  
I am an older kitty, Healthy, happy and wise, My life is purrfectly lufly And wonderfur in my eyes. Only one thing's the matter Since I got into my 'teens, Some treats I used to get often Don't agree wif me. Like sardines. Oh, lufly sardines! Oh, slippery sardines, Oh, fishy, dishy and swishy sardines! Why can't I haf a sardine? I am a pampurred kitty, Cared fur and loved a lot. I get new mousies and fuzzy toys, There's so much stuff I've got! I can haf chicken and turkey And steak and lambchop and fish, On top of my premium catfood! There's only one thing I wish. Oh, lufly sardines, Oh, slippery sardines, Oh, fishy, dishy and swishy sardines! I only want a sardine!
I love the cool breeze. Fall is here! It came last night, Open my window! My October Haiku Golden October- Burnished bright fourteen karat Days that shine on me.
Two Furrends A furrend is one who encourages mew. I had a furrend like that, She was luffly and wise and true, Her name was BabyCat. She went to Rainbow Bridge in July. I miss her furry much. At thirteen, she was younger than I, But I was blessed by her touch. A furrend may be old or may be new, We luff them all the same. I made a new furrend, she's fun too, Smokey Amber is her name. And she encouraged me here a lot, So that I felt better then. Smokey, I miss you, now you've got To come back to me again.
Thanksgiving PoemsI used to be a turkey With feathers brown and bright. I wasn't very smart or I Would not be here tonight. I guess I've gone some other place, I'm not among the living. I used to be a turkey but They're calling me Thanksgiving. ~by Mewsette This is the poem I wrote fur the Older Cats SocietyOn Eating TurkeyThe turkey is a big, fearsome bird, Much bigger than any prey! The best idea I efur heard Is to eat one on Thanksgiving Day. Then turkey becomes a meowvelous feast, There is no other to match it. And I am thankful, because at least I didn't haf to catch it! ~by Mewsette And this is the one my mother BamBam wrote:(She gave me purrmission to put it here!) Turkey Thoughts I think of turkey in many ways. To eat one seems a good plan. Not that I see them much these days, When I do, they come in a can. In my youth it was my belief I could eat the whole bird, or try to. Now I just look and think, good grief! That dinner weighs more than I do. ~by BamBam And that's enough of Turkey poems fur now!
Green is the color of grass everywhere, Green makes a very nice tree. Green is the color of my true love's hair.... No, that would be black. Pardon me. Green is the color of envy, we read, And jealousy has the same hue. Green for the flowers that grow from a seed.... No, those are red, purple or blue. Green is the best for a cat's eyes, you know, I'm partial, 'cause green is for mine. Green is for grapes, and a green light is Go, And for shamrocks! Oh, I'm doing fine! Green is for leafy things, catnip is best. Green is for dollars and....slime? I guess if I'm fond of a color, the test Is whether it's good in a rhyme. ©2000 by Mewsette   |
