Tic, tic, tic, tic, tic
Walking on the wooden floor –
His claws need trimming
Tic, tic, tic, tic, tic
Walking on the wooden floor –
His claws need trimming
When breaking the fast
As the sun heads to the west –
The sweet taste of dates
I like to play chess
And I’m fond of haikus too –
See what I did there?
The stroke of midnight
Entering a world of fiction –
Before one of dreams
Two month wait begins…
Reunited even though
We have yet to meet
To say those three words
What the heart already knows…
Time and place is key
Large orbs of onyx
Mesopotamian eyes –
Lost in desert night
To reclaim a name
With such negativity –
Seeker of knowledge
Waiting since nine years
For a glimpse of silverware –
To be a Gooner
Paw prodding my head
When that fails, teeth sink in –
A sharp wake up call