Did you hear of the cat owned by Jack Spratt?
The one who could only sleep on an old mat?
I don’t know who was stranger, the cat or the man
I do know that the man liked to boil marbles in his sauce pan.
I like Jack Spratt and his cat far more than I like a fly-by-night bat!
English: Photo of a proud tom turkey Català: És una fotografia d’un gall dindi en epoca d’aparellament (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
CAT STORY: RACHAEL AND THE TURKEYS
You remember that Rachael is our newest cat?
She is very small and classier than the Cat in the Hat.
Every early morning she rushes to her favorite place
to see her favorite wild turkeys almost face to face.
Almost all year three tom turkeys stroll past
and look for food by our front deck.
Lately the hens hang out, they make their visit last
and watch the tom with the scrawny neck.
The hens could about Tom care less
Even as he puts on his courting show.
His tail feathers fan out for who he admires, Bess,
He really hopes she won’t say no.
Today Tom again came calling
but lo, his confidence is falling.
The hens had already come and gone,
They weren’t interested in his feathery brawn.
Rachael waits for the hens to come back,
she seems to be on their side.
She’s concerned about the hens and their lack
and wants her Mama to bring them inside.
Friendship
Wow, this is my third post today. I guess I am in what they call “the flow”.
There’s a lot of love for writing and my blog and my WordPress family all around me.
Can you feel it?
I’ve thought up some posts to write,
and I think audience participation would certainly enhance them very much.
So far, you, my family, seem to be a little shy, or busy, or quiet.
You’re bright, humorous, loving, creative, thoughtful people.
How ’bout if you humor me a little and contribute to the fun?
I’ve love to hear answers to the questions if I ask them
or get to know your writing “voice”.
I promise, I won’t force you into anything stupid
I wouldn’t hurt you for the world.
I want to get to know you better,
and to get to know someone better,
I spend time with them.
Will this be a go, I wonder?
Remember:
Audience participation is optional;
audience participation is really appreciated!
I am actually not a needy person,
but my immediate family is dead and gone,
and I do love people.
I know it just won’t be everyone’s bag, to be so vocal on someone else’s blog,
but that’s the chance I will have to take.
I’ll be posting our first “opportunity” later this week.
Take care till then!
Debb
a/k/a/ Mrs. Loaf
Written in Latin, Polish and German. Discovered in 1827 by Josef Chmel. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
My German reading and writing dad Richard passed away in 1991, and today was his birthday.
I imagine in Heaven they don’t measure time, and he is probably oblivious to the goings-on down here.
Heaven is where his physical body, that was so hard-working and strong, was able to take a rest, and now he has a spiritual body.
The man was very wise, and his favorite books of the Bible were Psalms and Proverbs.
As I’ve mentioned before, Dad was a great story teller. He had a vivid imagination to boot.
He loved the out of doors, nature and animals.
As a child, he told me time and time again to “write it down.” Even though he meant write down the time and date someone left a phone message, that instruction has served me well. Especially now that I’m a writer and it is helpful to write down ideas before I forget them.
His very-strong work ethic, love of God and wisdom are what I try to emulate.
His youngest daughter, she with the same bone structure, eyes, nose, humor and imagination as he, waits for the day she can see him again.
English: The Queen of Hearts, from a 1901 edition of Mother Goose, New York: McClure, Phillips, 1901. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
My best friend (second to my husband) is moving out of state.
This news was announced to me lately
and it didn’t make it into the “good news” column.
This news jumped between my earlier abandonment issues,
loss, and sadness.
Hope kept trying to pop up amongst the ashes,
but this girl didn’t want to listen.
This will be something new that I have to recover from.
The questions pound in my head:
Who will get me like she does?
Who will understand my jokes?
Who will take time out of her busy schedule
to see movies with her favorite movie pal?
Who will provide such awesome wisdom that
I was getting used to receiving from her?
The answers will show up later
I don’t need to know them now
I just need to keep using email and phone calls
to stay in touch,
but Skype – no thanks.
She and I will survive
in this land of new challenges and dreams and blessings
But thank God,
She is alive
and I never have to forget her.
