Hello again, chaps and chappesses!

We've been having wonderful weather down here! It was rather warm yesterday. Although, might I add, much to breezy for my taste. It seems *sniff* we are babysitting another dog this weekend. Hmph. I don't know what people see in those things, smelly little drooling animals. Cats are so much more refined. Not to mention poised and elegant. Anyway, I suppose I shall have to suffer it, since it pleases my owner's mother. Oh well.

Ta ta for now!



Orion Wittifrid

The coming of Spring

At last the sun shines bright and clear!
The clouds have finally gone,
No more of things like snow we fear,
Winter has come but is gone!
The birds are singing in the trees,
The grass grows green again,
The flowers are covered in buzzing bees,
Spring has come again!
As the air grows warm around me,
I sing a song to God,
For all the wonders of nature I see,
Were made for us by God!

Winter's Silence

The air is still and silent,
The sun is hidden now,
The world does glisten softly,
As snow floats to the ground.
There is no sound like silence,
On a cold midwinter's day,
But the earth still whispers softly,
Listen to what it does say.
The animals are sleeping,
'Till spring they slumber on,
The deer are treading softly,
All birds but few are gone.
Revel in this moment,
Because it will not stay,
Winter will go, the earth will thaw,
In spring's eternal way.

The Road Rises to Meet Me

The road rises to meet me,
As I set out of my door,
I long have lived in silence,
But no longer can ignore,
The call of far off places,
Of things I haven't seen,
Although I do not know them,
I see them in my dreams,
I throw cloak upon my shoulders,
Good stick in my hand,
I step out of my door,
To explore the rolling land,
I don't know what will happen,
After turn of the next bend,
After crossing of the brook,
Or the last glance of a friend,
I only know that someday,
When with this I'm done,
I will return to home,
And to your arms will run.

Things To Remember

Oh, for the days of old,
I do pine today,
The stories are still told,
But they seem far away,
The laughing of a brook,
Soft petals of a flower,
They're pages in a book,
That fade more by the hour,
But I must not forget,
The things that are no more,
As on a shelf does sit,
An unlocked secret door,
Remember all the meadows,
The sunlight bright and clean,
The happiness and woes,
Of people now unseen,
So help me Lord, I promise,
To remember all the things,
From a lttle child's first wish,
To a butterfly's feathery wings.

On the Subject of Cold

On the subject of cold,
We will stop for awhile,
Bring a warm hat,
while I dig up my file,
On the wonderful weather,
That's been here this week,
Even though it's suprising,
It was being a sneak.
It had gotten cooler,
As cold weather does,
And then it went BANG!
Now we need a coat with fuzz.
But enough on it's coming,
On to the feeling,
I suppose you can guess,
The chill will leave you reeling.
It will freeze all your whiskers,
Numb fingers and toes,
It will make a bright apple,
Out of your nose,
Sometimes we do grumble,
When shoveling the drive,
But there's no greater time,
Than sledding to feel alive!

Hello again chaps and chapesses!

It's been awfully cold here lately. I have succeeded, however, in getting my owner to take me for walks outside. Fresh air does you good you know! Have you read the poem posted on here recently, titled "Ode to a Housecat"? Please do. My owner modeled it after me of course. Except the fault parts. I don't have any idea where she got those. Oh well, probably some other cat. I do think I am the perfect cat. I'm kind, and loving, and modest too. Well, I must go and finish my breakfast. Ta ta for now!

Orion Wittifrid