Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts

Monday, December 24, 2012

#360

The pond's still surface
Today remained quite frozen.
Many birds have flown.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

#352

A happy day off,
Spent with friends and purring cats,
More precious than gems.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

#347

Flocks of geese and gulls
Gather in the pond outside.
When will they fly south?

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

#341

In the wee hours,
A cat pads into the room.
Lousy alarm clock.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

#335

A thin film of ice
Now covers the pond's surface,
And the ducks fall through.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

#333

The ducks have returned,
Though the pond started to freeze.
Why don't they fly south?

Monday, November 19, 2012

#325

The geese have gathered,
Flying in from the far north,
Settling on our pond.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

#298

Rain falls like kisses;
Thunder rumbles like purring.
The world is a cat.

Monday, October 15, 2012

#290

Mysterious sounds
Emanating from above.
Cat listens closely.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

#278

The geese keep honking.
Is it not yet cold enough?
Fly south already!

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

#277

A day at the zoo,
Chilly, but with fine weather,
Is well spent with friends.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

#267

A new place to play; New perch to watch the world from; One cat is happy.

Friday, September 21, 2012

#266

Where have the ducks gone?
Have they already moved on?
All I see are geese.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

#265

An influx of geese
Has made the pond quite crowded.
A mere stop-over.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

#264

A cool, crisp morning,
Filled with the echoes of geese,
As they travel south.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

#260

A bored, lonely cat,
Swishing his tail back and forth,
Looking for some fun.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

#223

Contented kitty,
Happy not to be alone,
Purrs like a motor.

Monday, August 6, 2012

#220

Poor fluffy kitty
Is too furry for his own good,
And needs to be brushed.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

#218

When one is a dog,
Every day is a dog day,
Not just for summer.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

#211

Every evening,
When the sun's low in the sky,
The ducks come calling.