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Some saw the picture of our “Cat Bird.” The other day, she was back in the tree. It inspired a poem!

Sitting in the tree
silent as can be:
the Cat Bird
waiting for her prey,
her dinner if you please.
Silently she waits,
her stillness is the bait.
Alas, her wait
has no reward.
Suspicious birds
stay far away
and sit another place.



The other day my grandson and I were in his dining room while he was studying. I looked out the window and laughed as I called his attention to what I saw. It gave us both a giggle and a praise to God for His marvelous creation! There, in a small tree not too far from the house, sat a large–we decided to call it–catbird.





The Writing 101 challenge for Day Seven: Give and Take
Today’s prompt: Write a post based on the contrast between two things — whether people, objects, emotions, places, or something else. Today’s twist: write your post in the form of a dialogue.

“What is a dog doing are?” Cat laid his ears back as he stood in the kitchen door.

From the next room, Dog tipped his head and took a step toward Cat. “My family left me here—“

“What? In my house?” growled Cat.

“What’s wrong? I’ve been here before. And I’ll only be here a couple days.” Dog took a step forward.

The hair on Cat’s back stood up. “Hold it, big fella. Stay away from me.”

“Hey, I just want to be friends,” Dog said.

“Me and you? Are you kidding? You better just out of my way. My claws are sharp and I can bite.”

“Well, if that’s the way you want it,” Dog said. He turned and went to lay down by Don’s chair. “Dumb cat. Thinks he could beat me up, does he?”

Cat watched Dog lay down. Then with watchful eyes, he made his way to Gayle’s chair on the other side of Don’s chair. He jumped up beside Gayle. For a few minutes he stood on the arm of the chair.

“Well, Miss Gayle,” he meowed. “What’s the idea of the dog?”

Gayle reached up and scratched Cat’s head between his ears and said in a soft voice, “Come on, Kittie, lay down. Don’t worry about Dog.”

“Humans sure are dumb,” Cat said. “They don’t understand a word I say. I’ve told her not to call me ‘Kittie.'” With a sigh, Cat lay down on the arm of the chair as Gayle went back to her needlepoint. “I guess I will just have to keep that Dog in line myself!”

Writing 201: Poetry Challenge: Animal, concrete, enjambent

The Poetry challenge: Prompt: animal; form: concrete; device: enjambment. My prompt is a cat; in concrete, I tried to do the poetry in the form of a cat; in enjambment, each line ends with a /, meaning the sentence goes onto the next line. Hope you enjoy it.

Pay attention!
Monster Cat
                            m a s t e r
                       of the house or so
                     he  thinks, demanding 
                 what he wants for you to do./
                 He'll tell the message so you 
                  will not miss/ his wish. His
                     staring eyes  will pierce
                       you through./ So regal
                      in his  stature as he sits/
                   before you thinking you will read
                 his  mind./   Sometimes  his  eyes will
               close while sitting straight,/ but still his
               body sits in perfect line./  Just put an empty
               box   where  he  can  see/  perhaps a bowl that
               he can fit into./ He can’t resist; he’ll squeeze
               his body in./ Even an empty tissue  box might do./ 
               No dirty fur for this four-legged one./His tongue is
                busy cleaning up his fur./ (Can you imagine bathing
                 just like this?)/ But cleanliness is part of his 
                     allure./ And yet when one has grabbed your
                     heart,/ you're his.  He  cuddles near with a 
                 purr,/ demanding  that  you  pet  him. Slave concurs,/ 
                not just  with  loving  hands,  but  says,  "Yes, sir."