Cat Heaven – dVerse Open Link Week 119

Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at everyone else’s wonderful responses?

This is dedicated to some friends of mine, a lovely couple, who have had a horrible time this year. To top it all, one of their beautiful cats passed away yesterday. They know who they are – this is for them, and their puss.

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– Cat Heaven –

In cat heaven, there’s always sunshine
And plenty of places to rest
In cat heaven, no-one disturbs you
In cat heaven, cats always know best

In cat heaven, there’s cream and fresh tuna
And your bowl is full to the brim
In cat heaven, your coat’s always glossy
In cat heaven, you always look trim

In cat heaven, there’s room for cats small and large
Moggies and pedigrees too
In cat heaven, old enemies make friends once more
In cat heaven, no-one is blue

So if you are wondering where I have gone
And you miss stroking my fur
Just think of cat heaven, look way up above
From cat heaven, you’ll hear my purr.

Puddles! – dVerse Poetics

This week’s dVerse Poetics has been a bit of a challenge for me, since children aren’t a huge part of my story and life. Still, I was a little girl once upon a time, and I can still connect with my inner silly 🙂

So, I hope you enjoy this little ditty – and please visit dVerse to read all of the other creations!

 

– Puddles! –

Splish, splash, flubble, flosh
Jump in puddles, make them splosh
Stick your tongue out, raindrops tickle
Jewels of water, let them prickle.
Pitter, patter, flickle, flack
Umbrellas open with a crack!
Welly boots keep feet dry
Watch the rainbow fill the sky.
(And annoy your parents – ask them ‘Why?’!)

Stand – dVerse Meeting the Bar

This week’s dVerse prompt was too good to miss – beat poetry fascinates me, although I’ve never tried to write any, until now!

I hope you enjoy this – it was written on the fly!

– Stand –

To the best of my ability
Is not the same as theirs or yours
We are not measuring sticks
By which to compare each other’s achievements
Or to shame another into thinking –
“I’m no good”.
Who has given you, him, her or me
The right to decide, to sit as
judge, jury and executioner of
another’s soul?
On what pedestal do the rest of us
have the right to sit, point a finger and proclaim –
“You’re no good”?