October 29, 2014

 

 

I saw a large cat

with an extra long tail,

disappear through my hedge

during a snow-blizzard gale.

 

It’s black sleekness stood out;

I thought ‘Dear god, what’s that?’

I knew in an instance,

it was no ordinary cat.

 

It was the day before Christmas Eve;

how I remember it well.

I picked up the phone;

surrounding neighbours to tell.

 

With heart beating fast,

I recalled my sheer fright,

when seeing the creature,

switch on, my security light.

 

I told of it’s ‘panther-like’ hind quarters;

so powerful and sleek,

and it’s tail, like a bullwhip,

that rendered me weak.

 

And how I was too scared to go out

and check it’s paw prints;

by now the response from neighbours

held dubious hints,

 

about whether I had been drinking

a quick Christmas ‘tot’?

I strenuously replied

that I certainly had not!

 

And that the big cat I saw,

was as real as could be,

and was a sight, I suspected,

that would stay long with me.

 

For there IS a wild cat out there;

be in no doubt.

If you’re lucky you’ll see it,

whilst you are out and about.

 

It could take you by chance

and you will catch a breath.

It’s a sight for your eyes,

that you’ll take to your death.

 

Perhaps with it comes luck,

like seeing a four-leafed clover;

though the probability low,

if you search the world over.

 

But for me it explained,

why two of my cats, I’d found dead,

with no rhyme or reason,

in my garden flower bed,

 

without a mark on them;

as if killed for fun,

when the main objective was

to chase and then stun,

 

and leave them for dead,

as if chicken feed,

when the hunt for a muntjac,

more, satisfied a greed.

 

I’ll never make logic of it;

I can only surmise,

and say it consumed my thoughts,

when it took me, by surprise.

 

Now, when ramblers sight them,

in the surrounding countryside,

I remain perfectly quiet,

to protect my pride.

 

Though their vision the same

as the one I conceived;

I know it’s unlikely

they will be believed.

 

I so wish to this day,

I could have faced a new friend.

But the truth of the matter is;

I only saw its rear end!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

October 18, 2014

 

 

And strangers came from afar,

to bathe in the relaxing Spa,

where all life’s stresses cast aside,

re-moisturising skin, where

sun-oil,  sat and fried.

And fake tan; blotchy,

in bursts of amber,

hardened lily white softness,

dancing the samba.

and ran in streaks

towards ankle bones.

A sight no ‘man of taste’

condones.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I knew the wasp was dying;

it twitched as if in a haze.

It’s feelers slowly turning,

it’s body, a wobbly craze.

 

I wondered if I should remove it,

but decided to leave it on the bridge,

and let nature take it’s course,

as watching over it, was a midge.

 

 

 

 

 

When faced with

life so petrifying,

no tears came;

too late the cry.

 

So cruel this world,

there’s no denying;

no lips could mouth

a last goodbye.

 

 

 

 

 

Too proud they say;

she’ll fall from grace,

and then have egg

left on her face.

 

Too proud is she,

with chin held high,

and nose upturned,

towards the sky.

 

Too proud, maybe

but better that,

when gossips seen

to chew the fat.

 

Too proud, head bowed,

when arrows point.

A moonlight flit;

new life anoint.

 

Too proud, how else

to keep afloat,

when leaving town

on the last boat.

 

 

 

 

 

Hope saw the well with water fill;

enough to last the Fall,

and knew within that moment,

the strength to conquer all.

 

And comfort saw a passing cloud

fast moving overhead,

and knew within that moment,

all bitterness was dead.

 

And faith saw a bless’ed miracle

evolve from outer space,

and knew within that moment,

a future, there to face.

 

 

 

 

 

Oh mirror of the inner soul,

that magnifies life sevenfold,

and holds the secrets there within

away from even next of kin.

 

Oh mirror of the inner soul,

in times of trouble, you console,

and make us what we are today,

by keeping back reflections sway.

 

Oh mirror of the inner soul,

together we will forward stroll,

through truth and lies and alibis,

and sobs and tears and wasted sighs.

 

Oh mirror of the inner soul,

falsehood you never will console.

The blinkered look, the honest stare;

thank god the mirror, always there.

 

 

 

 

Out of making the best

of a time of despair,

came riches untold

when raw love left to share.

 

And though some thought boredom

would surely strike;

none of it, they found,

for they were both alike.

 

And managed quite well

their new situation;

adjusting in no time

without any complication,

 

into an easier routine,

where irony caused fun

and things, once important,

disappeared with the sun.

 

Leaving them to focus

on the bones of the matter,

during walks in the park

and a good in-depth chatter.

 

Having no-one to report to

or actions to explain,

was worth every penny

lost down the drain.

 

For in finding freedom to be

who they wanted to be,

turned into a gift,

from life’s ‘giving tree’,

 

And when stripped bare of assets

they then could see light;

thanking god that the clutter

at last, gone from sight.

 

With possessions all slung out,

along with the dust pan;

clearing the way for a future,

that was never in the plan.