Moon Doggies at Zero Gravity
If you were going to the moon how would you train a pup
if every time he used the box, his efforts floated up?
Would you relish an eternity of pets leaving a trail
embellishing the ceiling every time they raised their tail?
Every time a planet went flashing swiftly by,
you’d miss the spectacle of it. I’ll tip you off just why.
You’d be a pet detective with your private eye
checking for doggie caca that might be floating by.
We’ve all heard of Moondoggies, but they’re a different kind.
To date all moon explorers have left their dogs behind.
Prompts this week for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 551 are: pet eternity boxflash detective check relish planets embellish moon tip. Image by John Baker on Unsplash.
7 A.M.
Their rebuke is most benign.
Cats yowl protest. The dogs all whine.
As outside dogs slip into gear,
Zoe wakes up and bites my ear.
Their stomachs are a timetable
that I will meet if I am able.
I drag myself out of my bed.
If only I could sleep instead!
The hour that I hit the hay
I fear was not so far away.
Three hours of sleep or perhaps four
were all I had. Surely, not more.
Just as I thought to jump sleep’s hurdle
I remembered, “Daily Wordle!”
Grabbed computer, filled every square,
weeding out vowels my only care.
Wordle in five or four or three?
I cannot sleep until I see.
But later, morning comes too soon
as animals begin their croon.
I move to kitchen to feed cats,
open the door, put bowls on mats,
fill with kibble and with wet
catfood, and they still their fret.
Move to back door, feed each dog
different portions, mind in fog.
Zoe inside, big dogs out,
fends off pilfering and pout.
What I gain in remuneration
is their ceasing excitation.
Whines replaced by scraping beat
of metal dishes on concrete,
clicking jaw and lapping tongue
as cats and dogs both old and young
enjoy results of their design.
Then, back to bed as they all dine!
Prompt words today are concrete, remuneration, design, rebuke and timetable.
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Fauna Fashion
Fox in sox and cats in spats.
Dogs in clogs and rats in hats.
When pigs are on sabbatical,
they’re rather acrobatical,
so they depend on spandex suits
as well as stretchy rubber boots
to make sure they don’t skid and fall
when they’re performing in the mall.
In urban settings, it’s a blessing
that there’s more reason to be dressing
formally. Of course that means
a negative on cut-off jeans.
Cool cats are not satisfied
until they have been spatified,
and sequined tops and silken slacks
are de rigueur, as are scoop backs.
But, perchance, have you been guessing
the one bird not fond of dressing?
(His response you’ll find less quirky
when you hear that it’s the turkey.)
Prompts today are fox, sabbatical, negative, urban and satisfied. All illustrations are free images from the internet.
This plant grows like a weed along all the borders of my garden. It has been identified for me at least once, but I can’t remember what it is. If you know, you’ll score points for filling me in on it. The flower is about 2 or 2 1/2 inches wide. Several people below guessed it was a petunia and I was sure they were wrong, but turns out I’m wrong. Its popular name is “Mexican Petunia,” even though they are not closely related.
For Cee’s FOTD
The prompt for the 30th day of NaPoWriMo 2022 was to write a cento–a poem made up from the lines of other poets. In my poem above, the lines are numbered. The sources are given below:
I listed Hilda Morley as a 4 in two places in my poem because although both lines were from the same poem, they were not sequential, but were in different parts of her poem.
Pet Peeve
My children’s new pet terrapin
retreats into his lair again,
anxious to don his disguise
away from queues of curious eyes.
No password does their pet provide
allowing them to see inside
the house he carries on his back,
and so they do not have the knack
to see what all he keeps in there
within his snuggly turtle lair.
He takes in neither guests nor renters.
Not one smarmy salesman enters.
Thus he’s reached the pinnacle
of being curt and cynical,
for we all know very well,
you can’t live life within a shell.
Perhaps we’ll take the turtle back
to trade for pet with purr or quack
that we can walk around the block,
or one that we can teach to talk—
a parrot or a tiny pup,
who when food spills, will lick it up,
who does not own his own chalet
and so is always up for play!
We’ll never again have to stare
into a turtle’s private lair.
We’ve learned our lesson very well.
Eschew the pet who wears a shell.
Prompts today are smarmy, pinnacle, terrapin, queue and password.
The plumeria tree finally bloomed this week and transformed itself from a bare sculpture to a fully leafed-out and flowered bouquet.
For Cee’s FOTD
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