Three Little Cats

Climbing the wall were three little cats
Their ears were sharp like those of a bat
They must run lots as none were fat
So cute and adorable to just look at
I wanted to reach over and give each a pat
But they didn't look in the mood to chat
The trio were obviously told to scat
From whichever place they formerly sat
Maybe from beneath a lady's hat
Or hiding from a sharp-fanged rat
Or a restaurant owner pointing a gat
Who found them licking milk from his vat
Possibly the triplets had a ferocious spat
With a pack of dogs with powerful lats
Barely escaping through a fence with slats
A threesome of kittens can be pesky like gnats
But never could any one be called a brat
Maybe they search for a welcome mat
Where kittens aren't made to give tit for tat
Just a lap full of love...and that was that

© pending Susan R. O’Brien

Golden Years

Memories start to fade away

Like a dream hard to remember

Tomorrow may forget today

Yesterday a floating ember

Blue skies dissolve to hazy gray

April collides with December      

Familiar strangers hold your hand

Smiling faces you scarce recall

Voices echo from a distant land

Obscure photographs on the wall

Golden years so eagerly planned

Not unlike a masquerade ball

Bucolic paths for tranquil walks

Serene adventures that you seek

Quiet times for reflective talks

Lauded right to let silence speak

No pressing need to race the clock

Youthful desires past their peak

You journey your last few miles

Notice your world dwindle in size

Respectful of all life’s trials

How countless years have made you wise

Go forth with endearing smiles

Keep the glow in your sparkling eyes

© pending Susan R. O’Brien

Where Rainbows Go

I found the place where rainbows go

When they vanish from the sky

Melted crayons, like lava flow

I found the place where rainbows go

After putting on a festive show

And discovered their colors never die

I found the place where rainbows go

When they vanish from the sky

© pending Susan R. O’Brien

Peace

PEACE
Repose
Serenity
Rocker aside the hearth
Purring cat on braided rug
Shawl draped over narrow shoulders

"aging gracefully"

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By My Window

Mornings by my window I write

Words come with ease by early light

At oaken desk with pen in hand

I watch the sun rise on the land

Red maple tree, sparrows in flight

Mornings by my window I write

Lasso the mist on distant glen

With ink which flows from anxious pen

Rivers dry up then overflow

Springtime rain turns to winter snow

Mornings by my window I write

Of changing seasons, nature’s flight

Trees shed leaves, yellow tulips bloom

I see all from within my room

Voyeur of my world, nothing trite

Mornings by my window I write

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The Laundry Basket

Bleached laundry hanging out to dry

A friend stops by

White sheets flutter

Toast with butter

Sea breezes float across the yard

Let down your guard

To speak of dreams

Coffee with cream

Pillow case unpinned from the line

Fresh smell of pine

Basket stacked high

Long heavy sigh

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Sandcastles

Sandcastles built on a hot summer day
Stay for a while and then go away
No matter how tall, how deep, how wide
They just ‘disappear’ with the incoming tide.

Sandcastles built with a child’s hand

Imagination molded with sand

Plastic pails turned upside down

A moat that goes all the way around

Sandcastles with pennants of broken shells

Where evil queens cast scary spells

Sandcastles with towers way up in the air

Where princesses live with long golden hair.

Sandcastles built on a hot summer day

Stay for a while and then go away

No matter how tall, how deep, how wide

They just ‘disappear’ with the incoming tide.

Sandcastles are unique, magical creations

Built from little people’s Imagination

Where rules don’t exist, nobody says no

Where we all lived happily not long ago

Sandcastles dwell in a special place

The way there is written on a child’s face

Distance measured in laughter, not in miles

Measured in grins and unending smiles

Sandcastles built on a hot summer day

Stay for a while and then go away

No matter how tall, how deep, how wide

They just 'disappear' with the incoming tide

© Copyright pending Susan R. O'Brien