above a blind cat
the spring day’s yellow
butterfly is black
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This poem was written in response to April 21, 2008: A Little Pink, another great prompt at Seeds and Sand. The prompt and poems can be read here. And, to finish, here’s R.E.M –
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I really enjoyed the butterfly fluttering by on that spring day. The pictures seem so much brighter as it’s chucking it down with rain where I am as I read.
But… we have had some early splashes of summer in amongst the spring showers. The sunshine even showed up on the bank holiday, which is almost unheard of! 🙂
So true. Let’s hope for similar things for the late May BH. I fear the early one’s weather was an aberration. 🙂
I am completely intrigued by this image!
Watching my blind cat in the garden, seeing how old age has changed the world for her – yellow days, black days – bless her.
Poor thing … can she sense the butterflies? Or are they lost to the black? 😦
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Oh she’s not very good at sensing her surroundings, let alone a butterfly. It hasn’t knocked her confidence, though – she marches off boldly into the furniture or takes a leap at the bed and misses it entirely… :S
Dax does that too because he’s as graceful as a warthog. 😉
Give her scritches for me 🙂