Warmth

One for the Poetry Corner

Warmth

I wake in the predawn

Peeking from under the comforter

The room is dark and cold

Breath steaming unseen in the chill stillness

Under these feathers is my nest

A fledgling still

I hug the pillow

Curl into a ball

And savor the pleasure

of

Simply being warm

When Cats Prowl

Here's one from the archives

The Fuzz was going through some old sketchbooks

Just for fun

Timid Wonderment

Timid Wonderment

When the door has finally opened

The lid at last is cracked

The dim light

Now bright

To the unaccustomed eyes

Fearfully compelled

Impossible to hide

In this darkness

Any longer

Shielded eyes

Trembling fingers

Halting steps

Face now lifting

In Timid Wonderment

Just For A Change…

Set Rock Creek

While camping at Black Mt. camp, The Fuzz took a easy walk up to the falls on Set Rock Creek.

It's not like Niagara or anything, but kinda pretty.
Since he had the place to himself, he hung out for a while by the pool at the bottom.  It's not really deep enough for a dip, so The Fuzz had to forgo that pleasure.

But he did notice this little cleft beneath the rocks.

He thought it deserved a closer look.  

Stones

And moss

And water drops

The kind of place

Where time

Just stops

It's nice to take the time to enjoy the little things. 

A Better Spring

Twisted

For some reason this can be seen better if one clicks on it.
The Fuzz has no idea why.

Update

This past weekend The Fuzz got in a bit of work on his future workshop.
With the assistance of His Sweetie, He got that first wall raised.

Then, he went to work on the next one.
Actually, things went pretty smoothly, and by the time the Young Daughter was home from the school house, they were ready to raise the 2nd one.
That leaves 4 more sections to go.And as they say,

One foot up
And one foot down
That's the way
To London Town.

April 15

In March

In March
the wind
blows down
the door
and spills
my soup
upon the floor
it laps it up and
roars for more
blowing once
blowing twice
chicken
soup and
rice!

Thank you, Maurice Sendak

Ride

Turtles Of The East

Since we're on this Turtle Thing, The Fuzz thought it might be a good time for this wonderful
Turtle Combo.

This was a collaborative effort by a couple of local unknowns.
Hope you enjoy it.

No End In Sight

New Cat Poetry Contributions

This fella, who totters on the edge of feline sanity, lives back at the old place. He and most of his direct blood kin are really on the edge. We realized that he wouldn't survive re-location with what little mind he has intact, so he remains back there. We make almost daily trips to town for work, schoolin' and what not, so he gets fed on a fairly regular basis.So whilst we are on the subject of our feline Friends, it seems appropriate to revive our popular Cat Poetry feature. This, especially, since some recent posts have inspired contributions from some of The Fuzz's many loyal readers.

And so, here we go.....

When I ponder beasts feline
I sometimes pause to write a line
And ofttimes strive the lines to rhyme

And though the day I maybe pause
And think about those deadly claws
That grace those little kitty paws

The end of many a bird has come
As kitty strives to fill the tum
And so I think this rhyme is done.

And from that Lazy Iguana ....

Orange cat on the bricks
Missing his dinner and snacks,
Happy now your home.

And......

Kitty sneaking through the woods,
Might even be some in your neighborhood.
They will take a squat,
In your flower pot;
And you will never even know they were there.

And from Woodie......

cats are sneaky.
cat are mean.
cats blend in
with any scene.

So folks, if you have any for us, feel free to contribute! And you can see some of the old stuff by clicking on the label "Cat Poetry Collection" below.

Grab You

After an Evening....

The Fuzz and His Sweetie sometimes spend an evening at the local Coffee Shop. They don't believe in Decaf.

In Passing Through

Walking Down

Cell Phone

Thinkin'

I know I'm not a young man
-and that time is passing by
And soon I'll go to heaven
-or maybe not and fry
But there's one thing that I'm thinkin'
-and I'd really like to say
That the moon is gonna fall down
-on us all one of these days

I'm thinkin' 'bout that moon
-that God put up in the air
I'm thinkin' 'bout that moon
-and I hope it stays up there

There's nothing holds it up there
-it's really plain to see
And if it doesn't fall
-it may get stuck up in a tree
But if it doesn't fall
-I think it's really for the best
That it keeps on rising in the east
-and goes on setting in the west

I'm thinkin' 'bout that moon
-that God put up in the air
I'm thinkin' 'bout that moon
-and I hope it stays up there
Oh the moon is just a chunk of rock
-if what they say is true
Floating in the sky
-way above the blue
But if something would happen
-to that light up in the sky
It would really make me sad
-and I think I'd start to cry

I'm thinkin' 'bout that moon
-that God put up in the air
I'm thinkin' 'bout that moon
-and I hope it stays up there.