by Rondo, Poet and Balladeer

​Well, hello again.  Hope you liked Sweetie's blog last week.  It was sweet.  Not bad for a little floof. 

Actually, I think it was pretty good.

​Well, finally we have had a week of warmer weather.  Thus the inspiration to create more Spring poetry.  I tell you, this spring has been more like winter here... and we are so in need of warmth and sunshine.  So, in honour of Spring and everything that brings to mind... a little poem or two.   Let's share them here with you and maybe we can encourage Spring to stay if we all think of Spring, gardening, and all that they entail.  What do you say? ​

Spring at last
 
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
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By Rondo, Poet and Balladeer
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​Well friends. I've been busy doing my poetry thing... and with the arrival of Spring my fertile brain has turned to critters that fascinate kitties.

Of birds and bees have I much written
And more there is to say
But other creatures delight me too
‘Tis time they had their day.
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​​Now let me tell you, one of the critters we won't be writing poems of here is Moths.  They have been discussed extensively in our very first blog, Moth Day so no need to rehash that at this time.

​Living so many floors above ground level you would assume that we don't get critters in here but let me tell you.... it isn't so.   Of course, we expect the bees, bugs, butterflies and birds attracted to the garden pots but not the creepy critters like ants, centipedes and spiders. These are the ones Grammy takes issue with...especially the first two... and dispatches PDQ.  But the ones to follow are our favourites. They are such entertaining beasties.

One you'll notice came from eavesdropping on a conversation between MP of Many Claws, Momma in Alabama and Grammy, thus the listening in part. ​You'll see what I mean when you read Poem 3. 
So, here goes...

And finally as told by RAINA BlueMoon’s momma and put into verse by Rondo.
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Ode to a Wee Mouse
 
O sorry wee mouse whose heart Cat ate
I’d watched you yonder by the gate
You scampered under distant hedge
Up the drive and to the ledge
Of our front door.  Then foolish you
Your doom was set; you entered through
To Cat’s domain. Regret your step
Too late ‘twas noted as she leapt.
Into her lair was your mistake
Noon repast was uncommonly late.                                       
Your tail she caught, then you, dispatched.
Distraught?  Not she. Your heart detached
Swiftly slid down slippery slope.
Savoury morsel, you had no hope.
Cat left the rest as proud she was
To furnish meal for the one she loves
She set it tastefully upon the mat
Before the chair where I was sat.
So sad was I; there was no heart   
But Cat responded with hearty fart.

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​© Whiskers, Mouse, Sweetie, Etude & Rondo - Mischief and Mayhem Central

Comments are welcomed.  Let's keep it light and fun.

by Rondo, poet and balladeer

Dear Friends, 
​As you know we have friends from all over US, Canada, Europe and  Asia.  Quite a few have special places in our furry little hearts. We won't name specific pages here but know that if we interact with you then we consider you are our friends.

To name a few of the closest - there is the island crew known as Many Claws in St Croix which consists of x number of cats indoors and out, a few dogs, a couple of crabs, a plethora of wild chickens and a Mommy Person to care for them all. Four of the many are cats: Frodo and three damsels - Octavia, Rosamund and Grizabelle.  Well, I wrote a poem about them a few weeks ago as the girls adore me, and why not!  I am an likeable fellow. 

Then in Decatur, AL there is RAINA BlueMoon and her Meowmy, SAGE P Longbottom, the Grammy's dog and the extended family.  If you aren't already aware let me tell you, RAINA is the songbird, hummingbird and butterfly who has smitten my chubby brother Etude.  He fell for her adventurous spirit hook, line and sinker.  Yes, a cliché, but oh so true.  He's so smitten he's like a fish out of water - hooked.  Well, I wrote about them a few weeks ago too so if you missed it, check out our past blogs. 

​Another group live in Muddy Waters.... that's somewhere in Pennsylvania.  I won't say too much here since today's poem is about them and it says it all but we have interacted longest with them.  AND Mousie's dearest Cheffy, aka Little Boy Cat is one of that clan and famous in his own right.... well, you'll have to read the poem.

so here it is. Enjoy!

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.
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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...............
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Early April

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...