Being green (haiku)

Snip snip goes the blades
natures haircut happens here
shorn and perfect grass.

Down into the ditch
muscles on fire from work
football waits on screen.

Complete before heat
the lizard runs for its life
swamp body, she smiles.

The morning spent trying to scoop out food that was supposed to go to a stray cat but ended up being washed/demolished into the pool by a raccoon? Mowing the lawn to help the neighbor and me and hubby got it done lackey split. A fun haiku for a Sunday afternoon, multitasking as my team streams on XM radio for our “hopeful” pleasure.

Perspective

Gazing in anticipation,
eyes move to the prize that sits higher
and watching with patience
knowing with the time that passes
all will be as it should.
Yesterday remembered
with the smile of love
we span the time and travel
back to certain places
and recall the scent of days
beneath a languid sun,
perfect days of laughter
and the hope for more to come.
Grey hair graces a face
perhaps not wanting to see
the future of each of us
like battle scars giving proof
of a life well lived,
so we wait patiently
for the best,
the tastiest bite of these days
and linger just a bit longer
in a yesterday gone,
but seeing in the rays of afternoon light
another moment waiting
to be lived
to be loved.

A celebration of our “gracefully aging” girl Apple as this week will be her fifth year with us, 9 years young, we wonder where the time has gone and this picture from a few years back, still captures her food driven image patiently waiting for the tray to fall into her ever  waiting pie-hole. No, we didnt share…..too spicy for her, she got a bone instead….Life is so tough indeed.

Shop till you drop

Wilma and Betty went to the mall,
presents and gifts for them all
as credit cards filled
dear Wilma was thrilled
to shop till she dropped
but alas and instead,
off went her head.

Betty was laughing
with the gifts she went on
leaving the headless lady
left grasping the cart
losing a piece of herself
with no head in sight.

Her lips pursed in displeasure
and round past the cat
that licked its paws in pleasure
for the damage she’d caused
sitting cat like, non-plussed,
poor Wilma would need
just a wee spot of glue….
’cause besides a chuckle,
what else could I do?

Alas, poor Wilma will never be the same again…stupid cat!
Just a bit of humor of the stupidity of putting any Christmas ornaments within the range of the cat who decides they are there to bat about at her mercy. Sigh.