by Rondo, poet and balladeer
Wow! April has finally arrived. Isn't that delightful? I'm so thrilled. So are Grammy and the rest of the M&M crew. This means wonderful things. Windows will open to let in the warmth of the sun and we will be able to hear the chirping birds and buzzing bees.. though the bees won't be at this elevation until Grammy plants her garden.... and that has to wait a while.. like well into May. .
In the meantime, we have... "What's that Etude? You want to post a poem? You wrote a poem? When? Oh right! That thing.. that was written years ago. You really want to share it? Okay, give me a minute".
Well, friends, it looks like Etude has a poem to share with us. Please, friends, let's remember he wrote this as a kitten. Part of his kitty poetry appreciation class in kittygarten. Not bad for a wee tyke.
Poem for my Grammy... by Étude
How do I fuzz thee? Let me count the ways…
I fuzz thee from the bottom of my belly as it drags along da floor;
I fuzz thee as I scratches at da closed up bafroom door,
I fuzz thee from all da groomin’ done by Whiskers an’ her crew;
I fuzz thee on da legs as you makes your morning brew.
I fuzz thee on da towels as I rolls on da bafroom mat;
I fuzz thee eberywhere because I am a cat.
I fuzz thee in da morning; I fuzz thee noon an’ night.
I fuzz thee even when you stop a silly kitty fight.
I fuzz thee in da winter gale or in a summer breeze;
I fuzz thee as I focus on my early morning sneeze.
I fuzz thee in da springtime and in da cooler fall;
But Grammy, I mus’ tell you, I fuzz thee always, always and bestest of all.
Now I must say, that is sweet. Oh Etude, you can be so cute for a chubby overstuffed old duffer... and with that belly dragging you are best at fuzzing, for sure.
P.S. Yesterday he fuzzed Grammy but good. As she went out the door to church in her long navy skirt he got her with a 3 inch swath of fur across the hem. Teehee... What a sight! Lucky someone told her so she could fix it.
Ok, so back to my post. April has arrived and with it, warm sunshine. In fact, we had a week of delightful sun followed by days of warm rain. While the wind was still chilly on a few of those sunny days we loved every moment of sunpuddles we could curl up in. So, another poem... in fact two...............
The snow is melting quicker now
Revealing greens peeking low;
Amongst the ice and mud they peek.
It is the warmth of sun they seek.
Blue amongst the grass I see
Grape Hyacinths, an early bee
Greet morning sun, dispelling gloom
Such glorious colour, delightful hum.
Snowdrops so white as buds do ope’
Show promise of spring. It gives me hope
For April’s upon us warm and bold
Relinquish, Winter! Release your hold!
‘Tis time to rest for another year
You’ll descend on us soon enough I fear
For now head off to places far
Give us a chance to smell the flower.
April in the City
The leaf it buds upon the tree
It makes me hum; I feel such glee
That snow is spent; now grasses grow
Amid the flowers, a verdant show.
Outdoors I’ll be in spirit, though
For in big city we cats don’t go
Beyond the sill and window pane
It isn’t safe so we home remain.
But there we listen with deep intent
To birds asinging, We are content
To watch them soar as they go past
Delighting in their joy. Spring, at last!
© Whiskers, Mouse, Sweetie, Etude & Rondo - Mischief and Mayhem Central
So there it is.... Stay tuned for next week when my poetry will take us off to Muddy Waters, Pennsylvania..
Comments are welcomed. Let's keep them light and fun...
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