There is a cat upon my garden wall, I don’t know why, A garden wall is there. * Why is that cat upon the wall? I don’t know why, I can’t help but stare. * Is the cat even there? I have no proof, But should I care? * Oh, there is no cat upon my wall, It was just a mountain hare.
There are days we walk alone, Quiet with no-one to speak to, They seem to go on-and-on, Like an never ending issue. *** Those days are few, Thanks to you, We walk together, Whatever the weather. *** There are days we feel lonely, No-one here but our thoughts, And we doubt ourselves loudly, And judge ourselves lots. *** But you come along, And we sing a song, I’m not alone, When you are home. *** There are days we are sad, The world keeps us blue, Everything seems so dark, And all we need is a spark. *** That spark is you, A friend who shines through, With you my sadness ends, Everything is better with friends.
After so much time, Building a poetry profile, Chances are I’ve written enough, Done my fair share worthwhile, Even when times were tough, For a novice to write, Gives a sense of pride, Helping create my highlights, Impressing those where I bide, Just the thought of a challenge, Keeps me writing all night, Like an eagle with talons, Makes me want to take flight, No-one said it’d be easy, Only that it’d be fun, Playing with words like breezy, Quenches me when I’m done, Right when I wan’t to stop, Seems to be the perfect time to start, To write something that pops, Until the sky is dark, Verging on the redundant, With the chance of being bad, Xerographically showing what is abundant, Yearning to make you glad, Zooming me forward.