Summer CATS

The Pirate Tiger Poem.

I saw the tiger beneath the trees,

with a shaking in my knees.

Teeth and claws, hunting for pray,

I without a musket, its not a good day.

The big cat looked right into my eye,

I felt doomed, I wished I could fly.

No saber or pistol, its not a good day,

alone on the shore of shipwreck bay. 

Summer Jam 2018

Looking out the window, the summer passing by.

So many things to do, no time to stop and cry.

Work and play, day after day,

trying to put some money away.

I do what I want, because I am free.

No one to care for, its all about me.

Still I wonder some days, how they are doing at home.

Will any of them ever pick up the phone? 

 

Oh no, that old life is just a foggy haze,

memories of long past summer days. 

C.A.T.S.

Cats are creeping in,

they know just what to do.

Cats will fight and win,

they are coming to save you.