Hang on a minute. Finishing up some business in the sandbox.
I hope you’re not leaving a stinker again.
Make sure you cover.
Why? I like the smell of me.
Yeah, but mom doesn’t. Be considerate for a change.
Whatever. Okay, I’m done. What do you want?
What are we supposed to be writing for mom today? I think it has to do with a stream of something and a word.
I did that in the box. Made a stream.
Not that kind of stream, Gibbs. This has to do with writing, not peeing.
Oh, well then I don’t know.
Some help you are.
Did you look at mom’s blog? It has to be there somewhere.
Yes, I looked, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to be looking for other than a stream.
There’s one in the shower.
Okay Mr. Drain-oh.
I don’t know what to tell you, Ziva. I’d say wake mom up and ask her, but she needs her sleep.
Really? When did you become concerned with anyone’s sleep but your own?
Well, normally I’m not.
I thought so.
I heard mom say to the other human in the house that today has been one year since her mom went to heaven.
Yeah, so I’m trying to be considerate.
It’s not smelling considerate in here.
Geez, Ziva, you know what I mean. I almost felt bad waking her up this morning for kibble. I’m glad she was able to go back to sleep.
Yeah, I’d be sleeping too except that I told her I would write something for this stream thing. I guess I should have asked more questions.
You can try to fake it.
How do I do that?
Write a story about anything and every so often, leave a blank. When mom wakes up and has your attention, you can ask her about the stream and the word. Then fill in the blank with the word and you’re done.
Okay, but what if the blank is a noun and the word is a verb?
Noun and verb. They are parts of human speech, dum-dum.
What’s a dum-dum?
A noun that describes gray male cats who don’t have a clue.
So, to get back to the subject…
Hey, wait a minute, who doesn’t have a clue here?
Listen, Gibbs, I need to get this done and you are no help at all.
Write a poem.
A poem. Mom writes poetry, but it never makes any sense to me. Weird stuff. If you write a poem and insert the stream word, no one will care because they will not expect it to make sense.
Gibbs, you are brilliant!
Yeah, so who’s a dum-dum now?
I take it back.
Okay, sister, get busy and write. If you get stuck, I’ll be right here, cuddling up next to mom.
Poetic Paws (by Ziva)
The word for today is cheek
It flows across a sandpaper tongue
in a language I should not know
This word, cheek , surprises
It could be a verb or preposition
or perhaps it sits in a kibble bowl
It’s part of a stream from who-knows-where
I don’t really care
Poetry is hard
Cheek can take a flying leap
I need to lay down and sleep.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with an inspiring blogger’s prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus points are involved (my favorite). Linda asks us to write without editing, other than correcting spelling errors.
Just go with the flow.
Like a babbling brook or rain drops. Click HERE if this type of writing floats your boat or helps with your decision-making. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “cheek.” Use it as a noun or verb. Have fun!