...what's new?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXCIX)


Mists hover in the valleys, white and frail,
Like spirits haunting whither, reaching thence
Across the borders for aught passing, dense
Yet thin and likeas thick arms groping. They'll
Half leer at me who's looking 'long the trail
And keen on just the sight, their presence hence
A dream of romance flirting like pretense,
Where I would lose me in't, if t'would avail.
The freeway sans much traffic, I'm in tour
Back ere tis sevn, September first as due
A hol'day. Nary school bus nor as twere
Aught else except a few like me, the view
Is calm in sheer suspense, where to bestir
Would really seem a crime. LORD, I wait You.

01Sep25a

It's so fun to have cats eating out of your hand.

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXCII)


Wash up their bowls, refill, and then, defense:
Put on the kettle for yes, Barry's. (Hail
My lack of sense in crafting that.) Detail
It with a wedge of brie which they share hence.
Yes, Tigger's post is in my lap fr'intents,
And Peter's on the floor; she hooks sans bail
My hand whenas she wants a bite t'avail,
Til he gives up, to wander off from thence.
The "kitty kurls" toy they've worn out in tour,
And she thinks that the ball is hers. I do
Not quite agree, and after letting her
Extract it three times, I hide it. Where to?
She's moping since. Yes, hiding off in poor
'Scuse til, what shall I do? LORD, I need You.

29Aug25d

We are.

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXC)


Rye toast, eggs, bacon, naught else for intents
Save guac for me, and raspb'rry jam t'avail
Him, breakfast fairly light, it's that detail
Of bacon and the cats which begs defense,
Since they did steal his brie(where I'd sans sense
Left it out with his cuppa tea sans bail
To showr) and he was not too happy, they'll
Be scanted as I covered his food. Whence?
They won't touch mine. So he must as it were
Give me dear Peter's sob tale til I rue
What? Eat but half my bacon, then give her
None, just to Peter. He then gives his too,
And gives his other slice to Tigger. Poor
As nary bacon, LORD, how I thank You.

29Aug25b

Heheh.

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXXXIX)


Off late in lieu of early, which detail
Next? Three lanes of traffic northbound halted thence
And creeping 'long for...what?! a spun car hence
Not north but southbound, two state troopers' scale
Of sheer protection and two cones avail
Whom? Just as dawn breaks. So much for suspense.
I'm back home late, as if there's no defense,
The cats quite glad to see me in betrayl.
How they bounce wildly, off the walls in tour,
Yes, knocking stuff down like's okay to do.
He even jumps at lo, the wall, in poor
'Scuse crashing down into their food bowl, to
With Tigger, look at the huge mess he'd stir
Thereby, as LORD, Thy mercies new, where, too?

29Aug25a

...how long until he relaxes again?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXXXIV)


They took her collar off, were skittish thence
Because they knew twas naughty, that detail
What both had worn on none because I'd fail
To make it small enough. They slid it hence
Off thus; left on the bedroom floor, their sense
Of naughtiness keen, I teased them t'avail
Cuz I was not about to let the trail
Stay hot since they need that likeas defense.
Or so I thought. Let them relax in tour
Lest they resist, and when the naughty two
Are sleeping, talk of how with him. Is't poor?
I had to do hers first. He cornered too
Dear Peter, who hissed at me and as twere
Now runs from me. Oh LORD, what should I do?

27Aug25c

Ahem.

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXXXIIII)


The game of yes, pipe cleaners, raised sans bail
Its stakes, for I am not allowed aught hence,
All are the cats to dance oer, leaving thence
Their toys wherever. Hide mine here t'avail
Or there, how Tigger'd query, that detail
No safety as she hunts and filches, sense
Keen on all I have, til where is defense?
I've givn them now a couple, but all'd fail.
Is it a game of hide-and-seek as twere?
Oh me! Mine used to sit out in plain view
Where I could grab and use it sans in tour
A second thought; no nowhere's safe. The two
Have put dibs on ALL sets of that til's poor
Now to resist? Oh LORD, how we wait You.

27Aug25b

--scratch that, my cat woke up.

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXXXI)


Where shadows come and go, ah, which detail?
I'm watching Autumn in its paces hence,
Yet like each year, I cannot paint fr'intents
The view, cuz tis so subtle. Skies t'avail
With gilded cloud battalions, blue seas they'll
Own whileas grey sweeps 'cross in sheer suspense,
How leaves are changing sans as twere from thence
Aught fanfare, cuz it is still early. Bail?
And Tigger's sleeping in my lap, the cure
For all my running 'bout since that won't do
Cuz now I'm grounded. T-mobile's freebie fer
This week a logo'd stadium bag, clear too,
I'll cheer on whom? Is Robert coming? Stir
Me when he does? Oh LORD, I wait for You.

26Aug25c

[pipe cleaners in rainbow colours]

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXXVII)


Pipe cleaners had a purpose, straws' detail
Left sans recure without. But cat toys thence?
How Tigger comes to watch me wash fr'intents
The dishes; all was cool til she'd t'avail
Espy the cluster on the ledge, her trail
To happy minutes; leaving off pretense,
She picks her way through plates just rinsed to whence,
That tool for cleaning now a toy, and bail.
Last I saw, twas a spider. Straight'ning her
Wreck, I return it, to watch Peter too
Enjoy what never had so much use fer
'Scuse til redeemed by cats. Ah me, who knew?
Were we likewise worth nothing as it were
Until the potter, LORD, was only You?

26Aug25a

Prolly wouldn't have gone off half as well.

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXXIV)


Whilst steam wafts up in dainty tendrils' sense
Of romance, brie with del'cate mould's detail
Upon my tongue, where Peter's on the trail
Of Tigger and she's dancing oer mice, whence?
The squirrel comes by to look, and they from hence
Are keen on him, or whom? Chill winds' exhale
Sifts through like solace, where calm seems t'avail
Despite their wild play cuz I'm home fr'intents.
Debate what I shall serve for breakfast, poor
As such sheer wastes of time, and brunch will do,
I guess. Swiss cheese and scallions mixt in tour
With scrambled eggs, Canad'an bacon too,
And porridge, noshed on whilst they sleep. Bestir
Fresh air with gratitude. LORD, I thank You.

25Aug25a

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