3 to 1, ducks in furor

The other day, on the shores of the river bank, four ducks were in a squabble. One screaming at the others “No, no, no, no, no,” and swimming away fast fuming. The three others would not let the piece go. They swam around, threading here, threading there. Squabble more, squabble, squabble. Suddenly, a flapping of…

Desires of a king

Below, mesdames, messieurs, and everyone else, is a verse written for a fellow being. The mute cat salutes them wherever they may be. Lounging like a pacha I am, Just waiting, in agony perhaps, or maybe my cabinet has not arrived. Either way, though I cannot say, exquisitely, I end my day, in such an…

To sleep. Where?

  So where to sleep?  When there’s no couch, no mattress soft enough, no bench in the clouds, no hard sidewalk corrupted enough, where to sleep? The mute cat has a name. No, they will not give it yet. They only ask this question because the tree is too small, the cardboard boxes are not…

Wonderings

The mute cat once wondered is silence a virtue? or a curse? He could not, unfortunately, say it aloud. It just isn’t possible. Nevertheless, he wondered. Only to puff and huff and sense That his whiskers were off. Urgh… how dare they! Hi all! Good holiday wishes for you! We wait for spring to usher…