A Year In The Life, Page Two
May
Song of Spring
by Mewsette
I sing a song of Spring again!
I've done it efury year.
When Earth is new and green again,
I'm glad that I'm still here!
So many years ago I spent
My Springs out on the ground,
And oh! I got excited
With each purrty thing I found!
The tiny bugs with polka dots,
The flowers smelling sweet,
Of all the times of all my years,
Those Springs were such a treat!
I miss the bugs and flutterbyes
I chased when I was young,
The fairy clouds of dandelions
Sticky on my tongue,
I miss the times of gardening
With Meowmie in the dirt,
And digging up the onion sets
To see if they were hurt.
But when the best of memories come,
It's always in the Spring.
There's something in the air that causes
Kitty hearts to sing.
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June
Outdoor Sports?
by Mewsette
I nefur saw any outdoor sports,
So I asked my Meowmie what they are.
She said humans play with balls of all sorts,
Just like me, but they become a star.
What other sports are played outdoors?
I asked my Meowmie. Well, she said,
Humans go hunting, but not on the floors,
And bring game home. That's animals. Dead.
So we looked at some TV sports today,
And I saw men walking around on grass.
That's a sport? I asked, for Meowmie to say
Yes, it's called Golf. Like fishing for bass,
Humans walk on the ground or sit in boats,
They hit little balls or drink lots of beer.
What's that? I asked. Well, it comes in totes
And helps sporty humans be full of cheer.
So far, I admit I was not impressed.
What for? I wondered. Meowmie just smiled.
They'd rather be cats, she said, and blessed
With grace and freedom, out in the wild.
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July
Ode to Freedom
by Phelicity
I was born independent and free,
Free as only a feline can be,
So to realize humans were not always so
Is sad and a little puzzling to me.
I don't celebrate, for where would I go?
And I don't have firecrackers to throw,
But I think it's nice that humans can see
All the celebrating, making the night aglow!
I don't have a barbecue full of good eats,
I don't go to beaches and see the sand,
I don't get a picnic - but I do get treats!
And I think celebrating freedom is grand!
I know they deserve it as much as me,
Liberty, Fraternity, Felinity!
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August
The Kings River
by Mewsette
The Kings River runs through hills of green
In the Ozark Mountains, so strong and wide,
And folks are fishing wherever it's seen
From under bridges or rocks on the side.
The river will change as the season tells,
It shrinks in summer and parts go dry.
But when the rains come, the river swells
With new life-blood, till it's running high.
Then it crashes over the rocks and rills,
Sometimes it floods and covers the road.
Foamy and white, it rides the hills
Till, green and shiny, it rests its load.
Just as a cat will change and grow,
Sleep in the day and run at night,
A living river must change and flow
And wander. The King's River does it right.
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