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Black and White Whiskered Sonnet

Gray exists in abstract feature and lines It can never be the lover of true The dope is blackness and white for the times Their hearts doth lie with definitive stew The sisters lay in dual existence In dark inkiness and the soft of snow Whiskers twitching in muscle’s common sense The cautious, darting almond eyes aglow Twins in no-color shades of ying and yang Essence of tuxedos in voices raised Demands of attention is their harangue The worth ofRead more
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SoCS: A Firm Grip

I have a firm grip on blogging But I don’t Squeaking in a post, barely time to visit you I have a firm grip on exercise But I don’t Too tired, too lazy, too cold I have a firm grip on home filing But I don’t Piling up in the closet, higher and higher I have a firm grip on reading But I don’t Too many books, the list never-ending I have a firm grip on chefing But I don’tRead more
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SoCS: Eight Favorites

Asked to pick a favorite word There are so many The words I do lean toward Do not rhyme with plenty People is number one At the top of the list For if there were none How would we know to exist? God is number two Creator of number one Life giver of the new And light of the Son Love comes in at three Surrounds the human heart Comes on bended knee From hate shall always part Chocolate isRead more
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Whiskers, no Tail

When there is no time to write And posting seems a fail There is only one thing left to do Post photos of whiskers, but no tail I am a sleepy boy, I am Dreaming of mice and men Chasing a squawking hen Across a grassy glen To sleep, perchance to snore My rumblings to adore What else to live life for Maybe tuna, maybe more Two are sharing a bed of beige Acting like best friends When napping isRead more
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Gray Masterpiece

“The smallest feline is a masterpiece.” ~Leonardo da Vinci~ And so is a big one. A big, gray whiskered one. He is cat, through and through. A work of art too. Two hundred and forty bones. Eighteen claws that are honed. A motor that purrs. A swishy tail that whirls. Two bright green eyes fixed on prey. Bristling soft fur of gray. He hears a high-pitched squeal. Oh boy! It’s time for his next meal.Read more
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Raindrops on Roses…

Today is not an especially good day, considering the head cold and subsequent stomach bug that began their visit on Tuesday. I’m feeling better, but not 100%. I’d rather be at work, getting the job done, enjoying a lunchtime walk on a sunny 78 degree day. Instead, while lounging in my pajamas, I have the ability to share what is a special day through a kaleidoscope of photos. I cannot choose one day in particular for this challenge, so I present a gallery ofRead more