Lost Somewhere In Paradise

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Spring and summer mornings,

wake us as the sun is dawning,

to a chorus of birds,

singing in the apple tree.

Rushing out to greet the day,

in the garden I see,

the beauty that surrounds me.

Everything so lush and green,

flowers bursting into bloom,

roses, opening to the rays of the sun.

You came out,

with a worried frown

and I laughed,

as I told you –

to put a smile on your face.

Look about you everywhere –

we are lost somewhere in paradise.

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Our cat Sid,

is climbing the apple trees.

he’s found his paradise in our garden.

Come take my hand,

look at our house,-

it may not have towers and gold all about,

but in it we are king and queen

and our four footed friend Sid is the prince.

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Come take my hand,

let’s walk along our country roads,

where we can enter medieval forests,

full of mystical creatures

and when the day is done

and the moon and stars come out,

we can cuddle and kiss,

feel the passion which brings us such bliss.

Two lovers that can express,

their feelings without a single word,

lost somewhere in paradise –

along with our cat Sid.

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Sid quote: When you have your own paradise always be happy for the joy it gives you. 


My Apple Tree


You grow in grace and beauty.

with blossoms of pink and white.

So colorful and full of cheer,

right outside my window.

Birds sing songs of joy,

early in the morn,

hopping about your branches,

while my cat Sid,

on the window sill –

tail swishing to the beat.

Apple tree so lovely,

be it in the sunlight

or by the light of the moon.

Sadness overtakes me,

to think that soon,

your blossoms,

will be blown away by the wind,

creating swirls of white in the air,

but in their place –

apples will begin to grow.

Then I know,

my Sid cannot hide among the blossoms anymore,

but he can better see.

the dances the birds,

upon the branches do.


Sid quote: When sitting outside beneath a tree make sure there are no crows getting ready to bomb you.



In My Garden


I sit upon the shelf and keep a vigil out the window for true signs of spring. As mom says in her poem once everything starts blooming I am up and out the door. High up in a blooming apple tree I can hide and know can bother me.

The rains have come

and washed the snow away

I march on out

into my garden to see

once spring comes along blooming

the apple trees burst forth in white blossoms

along with the pear

and in mid-spring white blossoms

magically fill the air

the smell of spring

is wafting all around

and white clouds

in the sky appear

with the snow gone

it does give me hope

as the sun’s rays

are now warm upon my face

my cat has found a patch

of sunlight on the window sill

with greenery all around

is happily listening

to bird choruses in the apple tree

And once May comes round I’ll be able to climb up on the windowsill and smell and see all those wonderful blooming lilacs. Still just a bit to go and with spring it will all begin.

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My Days In The Sun


Now deep in the winter,

I sleep and dream,

dream of my days in the sun.

When out in the garden,

I could have some fun.

The days are now gray and dreary,

it’s hard to even find a small,

warm sunspot.

But I dream of when the grass,

won’t be cold beneath,

my padded, little feet.

When it will be lush and green,

then my smile will say it all,

I will once again climb,

the apple trees so tall.

It will all be fun again,

having my days in the sun.



Through the Seasons


First of all thank you for liking me, I’m a good fella really I am. I do believe my kitty heart’s in the right place. You know actually I’m a philosophizer and a dreamer. Let me take you through the seasons.


See in the fall I wonder about how long it will take for the leaves to fall off the trees completely and how long I still have time to climb them and hide way up there. About how much longer it will be before all the birds will fly away and leave me with the dumb pigeons and cawing crows and if the same birds will return next year. I mean you can tell one cat from another but how can you tell those feathery flying things apart. Anyway then I’ve also gotta have my outdoor time before it gets really cold and I freeze my ears and paws off. Love hiding under the wheelbarrow to see if I can pounce on any field mice running through the garden.


Then comes winter and I wonder how long it will be before I can’t dig up the ground outside anymore and when the snow will come. There is nothing worse than jumping out the kitchen window and landing into a huge snowdrift. Hate that but if I’m prepared I can just run out the door and along some of the paths in the garden my papa usually shovels out.


Then of course there’s spring. When I like to sit on the windowsill and listen to all those birds out there singing. Can’t understand a word but the music isn’t bad. Now I’ve been taught the occasional mouse is alright just don’t touch the birds. Got me waiting for the trees to become completely green before I can hide up high in the branches. Love doing that and surprising some of the birds. That’s lots of fun.


Now summer’s got my mama constantly running around searching for me because I’m outside period. Love it because there’s so much to do and see and so many places to hide. So what else can I tell you? Life’s good.. Anyway just thought I’d drop a line. See a real nice spot to catch some shut eye in. Meow, Sid