Hi Ku Cat

[butters]

room for a littl'un

 

[HarryHill]

room for a littl'un

That's all I need

 

[HarryHill]

The hills are alive with color,
white, pink,
red buds send purple smiles
sunward, gently waving hello

 

[butters]

spring's palette
as brought to life by the artist's eye
has me craving march sunlight
when we've been cloud-locked so long
even the daffodils
stunted
and thin in bloom
(missing those that sprang too early from their beds)
look overwintered amidst
cart horses and coal fires
grey socks and leather lace-ups
for the luckier kids
frozen milk on the doorstep
standing proud of glass bottles and
topped with red foil caps
holes pecked in them by the birds

hurry up, march-shine
i'm withering here

 

[HarryHill]

spring's palette
as brought to life by the artist's eye
has me craving march sunlight
when we've been cloud-locked so long
even the daffodils
stunted
and thin in bloom
(missing those that sprang too early from their beds)
look overwintered amidst
cart horses and coal fires
grey socks and leather lace-ups
for the luckier kids
frozen milk on the doorstep
standing proud of glass bottles and
topped with red foil caps
holes pecked in them by the birds

hurry up, march-shine
i'm withering here

..
And here,
the curtains drawn on a looming chunk of earth and sky.
I retreat back to the sanity of shadows within my lair,
waiting for outside to shrink back to a manageable size.

 

[butters]

day looks more promising
supposed to reach the heady heights of 12C
ditch the boots
slip on my trainers
smile


morning, mister. see you when i get home.

 

[HarryHill]

Indigo Bunting

>Blue bird< on the willow branch
sun bright brilliant hue
rare sight outside the window
my thanks for a hasty view

 

[butters]

>Blue bird< on the willow branch
sun bright brilliant hue
rare sight outside the window
my thanks for a hasty view

how wonderful! and love that they mostly travel by night, navigating by the stars

 

[HarryHill]

Here is the grave of Harry the Brave who
died waiting for an empty parking space

 

[butters]

Here is the grave of Harry the Brave who
died waiting for an empty parking spot

cream and pink roses
red carnations and bright blushing chrysanths
the stately lily buds and something green
bobbly heads with unknown names
sturdy green sprays and
delicate arcing fronds
all in a crystal vase
makes my heart shine

 

[HarryHill]

Grand babies on a mission
kite tails tied neat n ready
for the first launch of March
into the chilly wind
g'pa kibitz, watch out for that...
kite eating tree!?
nevermind
next

 

[HarryHill]

Supper, buzzy?
hungry

 

[butters]

Supper, buzzy?
hungry

all full of chicken, tart apple pie and ice-cream

help yourself, it's fingerlickin good

buzzy's right... i'll warm the sheets. see you the other side of the mirror

 

[HarryHill]

a frozen day thaws,
sun refracting from tree tops.

 

[HarryHill]

Honey catches more fleas than vinegar,
not sure how many vinegar catches,
or why you'd want to/two,
or less,
or none

[flea persecution]
note: add parameter to bot
searching, no items found
safe for now

flies, sigh

 

[HarryHill]

a full box catches more flies than vinegar but few customers, squeeze me
better now

 

[butters]

dim grey has turned a
solid french navy
that will deepen towards midnight
and the creamy moon
a shave from full
glows like a low wattage torch
as it slowly crosses my window
curtains yet undrawn

 

[HarryHill]

I remember that moon rising above the banjo
As I fill/accumulate paper work I come to the part that asks for proof that we actually shared the same air and sky, and of all the photographs of England, there's not one of us both in the shot

 

[butters]

I remember that moon rising above the banjo
As I fill/accumulate paper work I come to the part that asks for proof that we actually shared the same air and sky, and of all the photographs of England, there's not one of us both in the shot

how do we prove that? i could get the kids to write statements.... oh 'eck. and then there're all our pms...

it was a glorious june, the weather put on its best for you.

 

[HarryHill]

how do we prove that? i could get the kids to write statements.... oh 'eck. and then there're all our pms...

it was a glorious june, the weather put on its best for you.

,, it was

Remember Trafalgar, dressed in orange Sikhs,
fancy tea and Rembrandt, Michelangelo
a jaunty blue bowler

 

[butters]

,, it was

Remember Trafalgar, dressed in orange Sikhs,
fancy tea and Rembrandt, Michelangelo
a jaunty blue bowler

indeed

that small picture
hung in the corner
of unsure heritage
that captivated me more
than any huge canvas
and you gettin' cosy with the lion
and the post box
and the river cruise that got
screwed up
and southend
and parsloes
you telling me to be more quiet.....

 

[butters]

a grainy black n white
captures the native night life
crossing the scenery
shaggy, overwintered
upright and feral
on a mission

a rare sighting of a wild harry!

 

[HarryHill]

a grainy black n white
captures the native night life
crossing the scenery
shaggy, overwintered
upright and feral
on a mission

a rare sighting of a wild harry!

too funny

 

[butters]

morning calls and payments on a rainy day

so much depends
upon

a green visa
card

and a phone as it
rains

we aint no white
chivkens.

 

[HarryHill]

so much depends
upon

a green visa
card

and a phone as it
rains

we aint no white
chivkens.

??'Cause it's raining n we're muddy ??
The sun wont shine today,
don't know if it's recalcitrant or just
hidden behind the tarnished sky
needing a good polish