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
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
I’m driving along Beach Parade Which overlooks the shimmering bay and flocks of seagulls are flying every-which-way
I’m on the way to my Market Day Where my poetry books will be on display Hopefully, I will sell a few more today
I had to leave Frankie at home for the day He’s a well-behaved doggie, and he should be okay With his water bowl and food tray
He has a book to gnaw on, by Hemingway that I gave to him for his birthday Also, he likes chasing the seagulls away But actually, he’ll sleep most of the day
Being a diabetic has its restrictions But the main rule is, ‘everything in moderation’
I love homemade cheesecake Especially the ones they make At the Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe Their irresistible strawberry cheesecakes Are on the better side of scrumptious
Frankie does not have any dietary problems So, he over-indulges on a strawberry And the crunchy biscuit base While I relax with my cafe coffee And write another pleasure-loving poem
“Are you Awake?” ” Of course! You just licked my face” “It’s time for my brekkie” “Oh Frankie, I’m warm and cozy here” “I know, I slept here beside you” “Temp’s only 3 Degrees, I’ll get up when it warms up” “Woof, woof!” “Ok, you win” (Hmmm, he always does)