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
Two flies encircle
The dead rat on the shed roof
A gift from my cat
Sniffing the blossoms
Bob is enjoying the scent
As much as I am
For almost ten years
Did he wait for his master
Loyal till the end
Basking in the sun
Although t’was not directly…
Cat facing window
Paw prodding my head
When that fails, teeth sink in –
A sharp wake up call
The scent of cat fur
Mildly earthy with sweet notes –
Nay, it smells of warmth
Innocent in day
Menacing eyes in the night
The moon’s reflection
Carefully picked spot
Cat sleeping in the garden
Caressed by the Sun
The birds have arrived
The birdfeeder is empty
Squirrel runs away