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Hanging Yeowtee (A Cat’s Tale as Told by Polly)

Hanging Yeowtee
(A Cat’s Tale as told by Polly)

Meeyee yinee housee.
Meeyee youtee housee.
Meeyee hanging yeowtee.
Meeyee yinee treeyee, Momeeyee!
Lookee meeyee!
Meeyee biggee!
Meeyee cool kittee!
Meeyee climb highyee!
Meeyee likee skyyee!
Meeyee likee hidee yin treeyee!
Meeyee likee birdee!
Meeyee catchee birdee!

Meeyee yeatee birdee!
Noooooooyee! Yeeyoow!
Meeyee scaredee! Yeeyoow!
Momeeyee! Yeeyoow!
Meeyomee! Yeeyoow!
Meeeeyoooomee! Yeeyoow!
Meeyee scaredee! Yeeyoow!
Catchee meeyee fallee, Meeeeyoooomee!

Yeeeeyooowww!

Copyright© 2017/11/08 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: Original Digital Art© by Martha Harris featuring her cat Polly See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog

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New Audio: Spared

Spared a winter but not a spring.

Hail thrashes, splitting the wind

Into crystals lit by flashes,

Revealing shadows touching down

Like long fingers pointing curses.

My husband, the one-eyed lamp,

In our basement cave,

Checking the radar on his I-phone.

The cats subdued by the growling wind,

Finding refuge under a table by their litter.

And I, swathed in a blanket,

Sitting on the porta-potty seat,

Left over from a surgery,

To remain a throne in a storm.

My messages failed to send.

Roars diminishing to low growls,

Lightning flails like extinguishing flames,

Thunder stomps like a child wanting attention.

It passes over without forgiving.

New-born daffodils embracing the deluge now strain for morning.

Even storms are gifts.

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Brusheezy (free download)

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Magic

Prowling cats,

hidden fairies –

sun night

 

Copyright © July 18, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://saiyagina.deviantart.com/art/Why-humans-cant-see-fairies-116572008

Image: https://pictures.4ever.eu/people/silhouette-of-a-man-170083

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Audio · Poem · Poetry

Spared

Spared a winter but not a spring.

Hail thrashes, splitting the wind

Into crystals lit by flashes,

Revealing shadows touching down

Like long fingers pointing curses.

 

My husband, the one-eyed lamp,

In our basement cave,

Checking the radar on his I-phone.

The cats subdued by the growling wind,

Finding refuge under a table by their litter.

 

And I, swathed in a blanket,

Sitting on the porta-potty seat,

Left over from a surgery,

To remain a throne in a storm.

My messages failed to send.

 

Roars diminishing to low growls,

Lightning flails like extinguishing flames,

Thunder stomps like a child wanting attention.

It passes over without forgiving.

New-born daffodils embracing the deluge now strain for morning.

Even storms are gifts.

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Brusheezy (free download)

https://www.brusheezy.com/brushes/1464-lightning-brushes

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