Poetry

Ruth, Diana and Ray, Thankyou

 

Puss

Eyes of green, ever searching
Mouth slender and besmirching
Slitted pupils give the impression
Sleep will be her next session
But hungrily, she scours all day
In her furs, white and gray
Seeking out her next meal
Climbing trees with expert zeal
She races speedily across the lawn
At the first light of dawn
Scattering starlings from the fence
No claws do they have in their defence
Suddenly - she pounced
Upon a rodent, unannounced
As it scampered mid undergrowth -
To become another’s meal t’was loathe
And disappeared in rapid haste
Puss licked her lips, too late to taste
The flavour of the mouse
And Puss returned to the house
Where, disappointed, she would find
Her meal was of the milky kind!

Good one Harry.

Thanks, Wolf

Love that Harry! Seeing as I have three cats myself! 

I love that poem too Harry, I've always had a cat up unitl a few years ago, and yess I still miss her.

   

 

 

 Thank God for an Outback Pub

 

 

I walked a hundred k’s over desert track

With me swag a-swingin’on me aching back

I’d drunk me last drop from me flask

There weren’t a soul that I could ask

For some water to wet me lips

Or carry me load to ease me hips.

I prayed to God to help me out

I promised ‘Im it would be my shout

If ‘E could lead me to the nearest Bar

But I ‘spose I expected too much, by far.

 

Then suddenly, on the shimmerin’ horizon,

Was somethin’ beautiful to clap me eyes on

In the distance was a public house.

“Thank you, God! That’s really grouse -

I didn’t think you’d answer me prayer

I owe you one when I come up there.”

I muttered as I tried to run

Shadin’ me eyes from the mid-day sun

And dropping me swag upon the ground.

At long last a pub I’d found.

 

Funny thing was, that the closer I got

The pub seemed to move around a lot

I tried to figure why it wouldn’t stay still

And I was beginnin’ to feel somewhat ill

I recall someone once said it’s an optical illusion

But I reckon them words are a bit confusin’

Thought I might be losin’ me mind

Or maybe I was goin’ blind

Then, at last, I began to focus.

No more optical hocus pocus.

 

I finally reached me destination

And I was ready for a celebration.

The sign above said “The Camel’s Lot” -

I recall me ma’ once read about Lancelot

But the fancy name weren’t gonna put me off

I never was an upper-class toff;

At last I could shout “Drinks all round!”

As a man’s waterin’ hole I had found

 

Explanation! 

"k's' are an ozzie abbr. for kilometers

"Grouse" refers to Ozzie "top quality"

Excellent as always Harry. Hope you're having a good weekend