Cat's View
Flit and scuttle in the grass
Look too slow and move too fast
Swirl and whirl in the air
Crouch, pounce, and you’re not there
Orange and black, orange and black
Flutter, zip, and twirl, and bat
Every movement my eyes trace
Mouth opens towards your face
There’s one loud snap
There’s another clap
Of aiming jaws
And outstretched claws
And yet you’re still free from my paws
Gingerbread House
For Christmas they constructed a gingerbread house.
Not a little house that you break apart with your hands
and chomp on as you sit in front of the fireplace
The sort of house that you saunter into and sit by the icing-laced
fireplace they keep roaring inside
I walked up to it, white with frosting and dusted in sparkling
sugar with whimsicle designs decorating the door
I fumbled with the frosting door and its fluffy marshmallow
over peanut brittle knob to find the infernal thing locked
And suddenly the early Christmas present they presented t
o me and specifically instructed that I not taste suddenly made some sense
Out of my pocket I picked a carefully carved candy cane
who’s peculiarly carved tip twinkled in the Christmas lights
The cane came in contact with a chocolate keyhole
and the sugar white door and its sweet handle swung open with ease
To say the inside made outside look simple would simply be an understatement
Tiles of gingerbread and tastefully colored taffy created a checked floor
It was a game to get where you wanted to go without getting gummed up
and glued down by stupidly stepping on a taffy tile
Who’s idea where the taffy tiles anyway?
The taffy tiles and toffee tables and tinsel lined window.
Well, the windows were nice but whatever else seemed stuck
in taffy and toffee and too much cinnamon
Cinnamon everywhere. Cinnamon on the cookies
on the toffee table. Cinnamon sprinkled
on the perfectly prettified pine tree picked out by much too perky crafters
Sugar and snow, and sugar cookies decorated
the fartherest wall sitting sparkle in the corner.
Ornaments settled in shining white snow and sugar cookies
sparkling with several tiny granules
And red. Everywhere red. Every rueful corner riddled with red.
Red candies, and bulbs, and Christmas lights, and red sugar,
and red-nosed reindeer, and ridiculous red santa hats
The couch is crafted of marshmallow and covered in red tinsel.
How in heck do they get comfortable on that thing?
And two busy-body builders, this candy house’s crafters cuddle
in the corner with their scalding hot chocolate laughing and blushing
red with the heat from a fancy cookie fueled fire
Fairy Doll
Poor broken fairy doll
Sitting slumped against the wall
Missing left arm and right eye
Left one color of the sky
Shining sheer wings ripped right off
Somewhere far off they’ve been tossed
A sparkling skirt nearly ripped to shreds
And the sparkle in a left-behind eye dead
Poor broken fairy doll
Sitting slumped against the wall
I look at you and hope and pray
That you’ll be put back together some day
Flit and scuttle in the grass
Look too slow and move too fast
Swirl and whirl in the air
Crouch, pounce, and you’re not there
Orange and black, orange and black
Flutter, zip, and twirl, and bat
Every movement my eyes trace
Mouth opens towards your face
There’s one loud snap
There’s another clap
Of aiming jaws
And outstretched claws
And yet you’re still free from my paws
Gingerbread House
For Christmas they constructed a gingerbread house.
Not a little house that you break apart with your hands
and chomp on as you sit in front of the fireplace
The sort of house that you saunter into and sit by the icing-laced
fireplace they keep roaring inside
I walked up to it, white with frosting and dusted in sparkling
sugar with whimsicle designs decorating the door
I fumbled with the frosting door and its fluffy marshmallow
over peanut brittle knob to find the infernal thing locked
And suddenly the early Christmas present they presented t
o me and specifically instructed that I not taste suddenly made some sense
Out of my pocket I picked a carefully carved candy cane
who’s peculiarly carved tip twinkled in the Christmas lights
The cane came in contact with a chocolate keyhole
and the sugar white door and its sweet handle swung open with ease
To say the inside made outside look simple would simply be an understatement
Tiles of gingerbread and tastefully colored taffy created a checked floor
It was a game to get where you wanted to go without getting gummed up
and glued down by stupidly stepping on a taffy tile
Who’s idea where the taffy tiles anyway?
The taffy tiles and toffee tables and tinsel lined window.
Well, the windows were nice but whatever else seemed stuck
in taffy and toffee and too much cinnamon
Cinnamon everywhere. Cinnamon on the cookies
on the toffee table. Cinnamon sprinkled
on the perfectly prettified pine tree picked out by much too perky crafters
Sugar and snow, and sugar cookies decorated
the fartherest wall sitting sparkle in the corner.
Ornaments settled in shining white snow and sugar cookies
sparkling with several tiny granules
And red. Everywhere red. Every rueful corner riddled with red.
Red candies, and bulbs, and Christmas lights, and red sugar,
and red-nosed reindeer, and ridiculous red santa hats
The couch is crafted of marshmallow and covered in red tinsel.
How in heck do they get comfortable on that thing?
And two busy-body builders, this candy house’s crafters cuddle
in the corner with their scalding hot chocolate laughing and blushing
red with the heat from a fancy cookie fueled fire
Fairy Doll
Poor broken fairy doll
Sitting slumped against the wall
Missing left arm and right eye
Left one color of the sky
Shining sheer wings ripped right off
Somewhere far off they’ve been tossed
A sparkling skirt nearly ripped to shreds
And the sparkle in a left-behind eye dead
Poor broken fairy doll
Sitting slumped against the wall
I look at you and hope and pray
That you’ll be put back together some day
