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Sunday, December 5, 2010

Pubpoem

This week's Poetry Bus is driven here by Kat, and our task is to take the name of our favorite pub, turn that into characters, and write a fun poem with these characters. Well, my favored place for a beer and a big-screen rugby match happens to be called the Garden Ice. Who knows why. Neither "garden" nor "ice" is french, and when you put them together it still doesn't say anything.

I leapt up in the morning
happy for Saturday
bright sun through the window
cats fervently wanting out
Let's go out and pick fall leaves from the lawn
and taste the last apples from the trees.
I open the door
and the cats come barreling back in
It's cold out, Mom!
the garden is covered in ice!
December has come.
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14 comments:

steven said...

nanu i imagine that this very event depicted in your poem is happening across much of canada and northern europe these days!!! steven

Helen said...

I lived this with our Kasper and Snowball for twenty four years in Minnesota!!! It got dangerous for them to think about going outside.

Helen said...

PS... they didn't live twenty four years, Kasper for eighteen and Snowball for six.

Kat Mortensen said...

Our cats also dislike like the snow - except if it's falling outside the window, but they are strictly classified, as indoor cats
and stay inside.

Lovely take on my prompt, Nanu. Will post you in my sidebar.

Kat

chiccoreal said...

Dear Nanu: Oh I love the sky-high kitty on the chimney! You've got your own chim chim chimney sweeping cat! Your poem about cats not wanting to go outside during the cold is so understandable! My two (an orange tabby and calico feel exactly the same way! I love cats! Your poem is an Ode to Joy!
"I leapt up in the morning" Who does that! You've got jumping beans?:)

shabby girl said...

I actually leapt out of bed this morning to the sound of wild turkeys gobbling outside my window. I got up happy and laughing.

Peter Goulding said...

I'd have told them to get their backsides out there pronto. Cats have it too cushy. Lovely little snapshot of life.

120 Socks said...

Liked it lots.

Totalfeckineejit said...

This was FUN, I likesed it, I likesed it! But that cat in the header is SCARy!

Titus said...

So. Cat.

Niamh B said...

woosses!! My dog loves the snow!

NanU said...

Hey, I had a cat named Casper, in Minnesota, and yes he did go out and frostbit his ear and had a lopsided head after that.

Dogs will like _anything_, Niamh. No discrimination at all.

Kat Mortensen said...

Dogs will roll in poo. 'Nuff said.
(Not that I don't love 'em, of course!)

Kat

Enchanted Oak said...

I want to point out that my dogs EAT poo, as long as it is the delicate poo of a cat. My cats have the brains to dine on real food and are neat as pins.
This is, as someone has told you, a wonderful Ode to Joy!