Dinner on the cheap,
Wieners, pinto, kidney beans,
Add barbecue sauce.
Nothing fancy here,
Just basic down home cooking,
In a crockpot too.
Sometimes life is good,
When you don’t overthink food,
Just feel gratitude.
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Corner Lot
Prime real estate,
Low traffic site,
Ideal for a retreat.
A mid-day respite
In a fine carpeted lot,
Around the corner to the right.
Curled up tight,
Looking like a fur-weaved mat,
Lays Antoine, the tuxedo cat.
“Sunny Side-Up” Pancakes
Pineapple centered,
Egg yolk impersonation;
Makes the day sunny.
Cow Cuddle
Cry you a puddle,
Limited human huddle,
So you cow cuddle.
It’s the next be(a)st thing,
Temporary bovine fling,
Right for Covid spring.
My Brother’s Other Keeper
[sequel to My Brother’s Keepers]
Image: Cabana Boy
Littlest one got missed,
Jiji is one of the pack;
He can melt hearts too.
Jiji loves to sleep,
But he has a strange craving—
He tends to eat grass.
Mooman likes to cuddle,
Marmalade enjoys eating,
Case scares easily.
What about Babee?
She is special to the cats–
By annoying them.
Image: Cabana Boy
Lovers’ Lane
Not always a straight path,
Sometimes the road forks as an aftermath,
Two different ways to go inevitably,
Either together or separately,
But memories will linger,
Some remaining forever,
Maybe even changing over time,
With thoughts becoming more sublime,
Until fondness wins over pain,
While walking down Lovers’ Lane.
Full Circle
First day you brought joy,
Sweet child of the universe,
Your last day sorrow.
In between fun times
Mixed with mischief and good deeds,
Crushed to see you go.
Death
Inevitable,
The Reaper comes to say, Yo,
It’s time to go.
Irreversible,
Here one day, the next the last,
The presence now passed.
Unconditional,
No do-overs or returns,
This means permanence.
A Touch of Paw
High-fivin’ feline,
Connection with affection,
Cuteness in progress.
Forever Friday
Sweetest spot of the week,
Akin to reaching Mt. Everest’s peak,
The day to kickstart the wind down,
Easing the daily grind and work frown,
Anticipating two days of leisure,
Respite from deadlines and pressure,
Whichever day of the week that day may be,
Friday is what I dub thee.
That day has come to mean
The beginning of the beguine*.
Source: dictionary.com
Boléro (Ravel) – André Rieu:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LwLABSm0yYc
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