The pitter-patter of tiny skid missiles in the
morning
Black and white heads at the door.
Waking is easy
With this music
Ringing my ears.
No such thing as pianissimo -
Allegro and
Asleep
A.J. Ponder
It's been one of those weeks, like running into a locomotive and finding two kittens inside. Amelia has thoughtfully given them one of my last intact squares of felt - a particularly nice blue and white piece. Sigh.
Anyway I cannot judge the quality of the poem, it was written this morning on not enough sleep, and the sound of something not unlike a herd of tiny elephants, tinkling across the wooden floorboards of Michael's room. The two have rather taken to Michael, and having refused to let him sleep, have been reassigned to temporary quarters at the last minute tonight.
And the kitten's names? Amelia called the little black and white one Simon (yes, Firefly reference) and Michael decided his would be Sheldon (The Big Bang Theory), after all he's definitely pretty white and skinny. Although Amelia had the last laugh when she pointed out the actor who played Simon Tam also played Sheldon on Warehouse 13. Michael gave the kittens their other nickname S and S sharp, because, of course, the terms "ebony" and "ivory" are banned - we are after all keen conservationists here, even if we do consort with cats.
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Lucy Sirvid
born? - 15/06/2011
Nice poem, Alicia. Sorry to hear about your cat.
ReplyDeleteThankyou Mary, it's been a pretty tough week, especially for A & M, but there's a few more smiles now.
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