In the mornings I like to lie in bed And use my iPad I sit up with pillows Behind my back And I have a rolled-up white towel That I use as an iPad cushion And Frankie usually sleeps on my feet
However, on this cold winter morning Frankie decided to snuggle up closer Which enabled me to rest the iPad On his white, fluffy head Without even a blink of an eye lid He was simply happy to be near me
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Colour Challenge for February is Green. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here. Hmmm, no green words in my poem, but there was a showy “Green” succulent plant under the cafe’s verandah
“We Were the Last Mohicans”
Saturday at the Cafe It’s not as hot as Helios But the mid-summer sun Is flexing his Solar Plexus I’m sweating And Frankie is panting
The open verandah is shady With an occasional zephyr Wafting over our table Refreshing enough To keep us comfortable Pleasant enough To allow me the energy To write these casual words
Mid-afternoon The cafe’s patrons Are gradually departing And we are the last Mohicans
Over at Weekly Prompts, it’s the last weekend of the month, One Day Prompt! … to visit their fabulous site please click on >> Here My poem is about “One Day” at the cafe with Frankie.
An advisory message to all of my Doggies Pals. Here’s my simple guide about, “How to get Yourself a Doggie Treat”, as illustrated in the images above.
* Firstly lead your companion into your favourite cafe * Take Him to a table where the waitresses can easily pat you * Make sure the table has a bench seat, so you can securely sit beside Him * Cuddle up beside Him and in front of his coffee * Stare at Him … you all know how to do that “sad dark eyed look” * Gently put your right paw on his arm that reaches out to pick up his coffee (Yep! that grabs his attention) * Now you have his attention, softly place your other paw on his forearm (Woof, woof, “he’s but putty in your paws”, and within a wiggle of your nose, the treat is yours) * Don’t snatch at his kind gesture, and slowly chomp away on the treat
We are both exhausted After Saturday’s strenuous market day And today we are calmly unwinding At the convivial Box Office Cafe I am drafting this poem And Frankie is quietly resting The Sunday sun is warmly shining But yesterday’s cold wind is still howling
We didn’t get to sleep Until after midnight And today, the relaxing ambience Of our favourite destination Is the place for some peaceful hibernation Away from our poetry workstation