Since today is National Kitten Day I thought I’d post a couple more pictures of Splat also known as Puddin’ Pie, Sweet Pea, Splatticus and Little bit…aka as Little Shit when he is being a bad boy 😉
He has stolen the dog’s toy even though it is as big as he is!
Here he is purrfectly poised to attack my toes if I attempt to put on my sandals 🙂
Not that I really Needed an excuse to post such cuteness!
“Take the gun. Better to have it and not need it…”
She shook her head no, as she sharpened her knife and slipped it back into her pocket. “You know I detest violence, but a girl does have to defend herself.”
“Well, until something drastic happens in this world to change things, it is never safe out there. Especially alone. Especially at night. Especially if you are a woman.”
“Exactly right. I’ll call you when I get there so you can stop worrying.”
“I’ll never stop worrying cause you, my love, were born a girl.”
sunshine, salty breeze
siren song beseeching me-
troubles melt away
scrunching sand under bare feet-
ocean waves hello
beauty surrounds me
swimming into the sunset-
please don’t follow me
A magical, beautiful short story by the fabulous Gigi!
She grew up, playing in the forest. She knew all the animals, and often slept surrounded by rabbits, squirrels, and birds. The forest was beautiful during the sunny days of spring and summer. Cooler during blustery fall. When cold winter stopped by, she curled up in tree trunks and pressed against larger animals to stay warm, sleeping on and off, until the days grew longer and warmer. She trilled with birds and nukked, nukked to stags. She was happy. The stream was cold and clean, the berries abundant. She ate what the animals did, only getting sick, every now and then.
She danced and climbed trees, until she grew much older and stayed longer on the ground, until she rarely slept in the branches, any longer. She tended the wounded, and buried the dead. She was one with nature. She never saw another animal who looked the way she did. …
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A week ago we were driving down the road in Missouri when we spotted something up ahead that was a bit alarming… a wee orange baby on the back bumper of a pickup truck going at least 65 miles an hour down the road. We sped up and changed lanes in hope of catching up to the truck, getting in front of it and getting it to stop, all the while keeping an eye on the wee one. But, before we could do that we watched in horror as it jumped off the bumper!
We then quickly changed lanes and backed up a bit and stopped to look for the poor thing. We were certain it was seriously injured…fearing a broken back or broken limbs… but when we found him on the side of the road he ran from us at first which was a good sign but we were afraid we would lose sight of him and he would either end up getting run over in traffic or left in the woods to starve or be eaten. But luckily for him and for us we were able to coax him over.
Miraculously he only had suffered minor injuries, he had a bloody eye and nose and had some road rash on his behind. We got him to the car and wrapped him in a towel and i held him for a very long car ride back to West Virginia.
He has promptly made himself at home and won our hearts.
So meet Splat! Our new baby boy 🙂
the patient spider
intricately weaves by night
Filed under haiku, Poetry
she is a prisoner to poetry
drinking in words as dark and delicious as coffee
listening to lyrical lines of joy or passion
to rhythms as soft as a breath brushing her cheek
or as fast and hard as hoof-beats
intoxicating rhymes tickle her tongue like champagne
she is a prisoner to poetry
and she need never be free