On a Night of Snow


Wow...neat on so many levels...where did the cat come from? Where does the road lead? Lovely in black and white!

Cat, if you go outdoors, you must walk in the snow.
You will come back with little white shoes on your feet,
little white shoes of snow that have heels of sleet.
Stay by the fire, my Cat. Lie still, do not go.
See how the flames are leaping and hissing low,
I will bring you a saucer of milk like a marguerite,
so white and so smooth, so spherical and so sweet –
stay with me, Cat. Outdoors the wild winds blow.

Outdoors the wild winds blow, Mistress, and dark is the night,
strange voices cry in the trees, intoning strange lore,
and more than cats move, lit by our eyes green light,
on silent feet where the meadow grasses hang hoar –
Mistress, there are portents abroad of magic and might,
and things that are yet to be done. Open the door!

(May 31,1893 – August 31,1986) was an American writer of poetry for children.

~ 2015 ~


solitude

It’s The Simpler Things In Life

~ 2015 ~

Take less, give more.

Ask for little, offer much.

Expect small amounts.

Be filled with joy at receiving big amounts.

Bring a full cooked meal when a friend is sick. 

Now and then check on your neighbors well being. 

Love and take care of all your animals big or small

Now and then check on your towns animal shelters needs.

Visit a local nursing home with a couple of homemade breads.

Smile at the warmth of the sun, smell the coolness of rain.

Pick up a leaf off the ground and see in it the wonder of God

Eileen

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Dixie’s Song


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Dixie’s Song
 
She’s such a little brat cat,
Still I love her so.
I gave her the name Dixie
We’re from the south you know.
 
She’s such a little rascal,
By her eyes you can tell.
So often she gets in trouble,
I laugh rather then to yell.
 
After I make my bed, 
She crawls up under the spread.
After I clean  her litter box out,
She jumps in and scatters it all about.
 
When I’m eating my dinner,
She sits near and waits for a bite,
If I don’t give her any,
She paws at my food with delight.
 
kitchen waste basket is always turned over,
House plants often dumped on the floor.
Even saw her once swinging from the bird feeder,
At times I think I can’t take anymore.
 
Still I don’t know what I’d do without her,
My sweet little funny face.
My home she fills with mischief and joy,
In my heart she has filled every space.
 
Eileen