Oh wow. Thank you. That is a nice compliment. You have it in you. Just feel your words and play with them.

Thank you, Cynthia, frankly I think since ready your works and seeing what a real writer can do,its improved my writing, so I wish to say thanks.

Gil, I really love that story. It is so cute.

The grass is always greener on the side of the road,

Whiskers and purrs their unknown secret code.

Who knows what they say or what they seek,

Can you hear it? Was that a mouse squeak?

So intent on their hunting, humans ignored,

Hyper in emotion they become easily bored.

Leave them be they will have their way,

A cat will always have the last say.

© Cynthia Clark

Albert the Field Mouse

I’m a mouse you see, I live in the tall grass

Near old McGregor’s farm

I make my living by stealing food from his barn

He thinks he can out smart me, and tries his best to catch me

But, I know all of his tricks, he does not fool me

I’m Albert the field mouse, and I’m smart as a whip

By day, I hide in my underground lair; but at night with stealth moves

I attacked

Into his barn, I go; for that’s where he stores the grain I love so

I avoid the traps with the cheese, old McGregor puts out, to try and catch me, and I focus my attention on the bags of grains that sit on the shelf

When I have finished my feast, it’s back to the tall grass that I scurry

Now here’s where the fun part comes into play; you see old McGregor has two cats, their names are Brutus and Max

When I make a dash for the grass, they come running, those two cats

It’s fun to be chased by them, because they are so dumb

I lead them on the run, same route every day, just for fun

Out of the barn, into the yard, over the fence into the dog pen, where Brutus and Max meet Ace, a monster of a dog, and he hates cats

Every time I do this, I get a laugh; they never learn those dumb cats

Then I make a beeline for Charlie’s place, Charlie is McGregor’s old mule, here I can take a minute to rest, as Charlie and I are friends

Then it’s off to the races, one last dash to the tall grass, both cats behind, running real fast, but they’ll never catch me, I’m just too fast

Into my burrow I do go, while Brutus and Max hover above

Both of them sniffing and digging a hole, they’ll be here for hours looking for me

But out of the rear door I go back towards the farm

I can see them in the tall grass, as I make a dash for McGregor’s old house

Where I find the warmth in the basement below, on cold nights

Meanwhile, Brutus and Max are in the tall grass, freezing their backs!

Guildford H Windley

February 27, 2018

Such a warm day just to be a cat and lay in the grass.

We have it made,being lazy,is that a bug?

Fat and happy just being a cat,you couldn't ask

for anything better than that.

Sunset clouds, chirping ground,

Four ember eyes twirling around

Poking grasses, ears cunning straight,

Two cats playing a mighty quest

One is waiting, other ready for mating,

What we call as kitty dating!

- Teddy ©