Mountain Hare


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.

With Friends


(c) Friends, The Caterpillar Shivered, 2019

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.

My ABCz


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.

Fruit Rhyme 10 – Pineapple


Probably underrated,
Inevitably misunderstood,
Never written about,
Except to grumble,
About its appearance on,
Pizzas with ham,
Pineapple should be,
Loved by,
Everyone.

Fruit Rhyme 9 – Lemon


Lemon like lime,
Tastes just fine.
Lemons are sweet,
But also taste neat.
Lemons can juice,
Or spread loose.

Fruit Rhyme 8 – Durian


There he ran,
The durian,
All spiky and squishy.
***
It stinks,
It stings,
Growing up there in the tree.
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All green,
And spiny,
Don’t fall on me.

Fruit Rhyme 7 – Lime


I see the Lime light,
That’s not a crime like,
I like the late night,
With a Lime bite.
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Bitter and sweet,
All citrusy and sharp,
Just like a bad night,
Out in the Lime light.