Midsummer Night's Melancholy by Michael Sowa
but the cat, being a cat, kept himself turned away
window to window Max took the leap
safely landing on his feet
but the uppity cat just ran away
A picture inspired writing prompt
from Magpie Tales
by
Tess Kincaid
22 comments:
very cute. i like it. :)
that is a beautiful dog and I like this poem.. glad the cat got away and the dog did not fall. i do have to say that photo does say melancholy perfectly... i think it is the lonely can of food on the floor that makes it feel that way and a cat longing to get outside and a dog all alone... that is what the photo made me feel
nice take on the image!
The dog's idea of play is not the cat's idea.
Cats and dogs.. forever unable to communicate.. very well done.
Love your interpretation of the photo. It is a great tale.
Another great poem. This one reminds me of Millie and how she cozies up with Kiki Dee through the french door window or even the screen. She thinks, I love you Kiki. Come play with me. Old Kiki is saying, Come any closer and I'll scratch off your face.
Ahhh...life is so complicated...why can't we all get along???...:)JP
Wanting doesn't always manage to guarantee getting.
I was thinking the same..
Just like it would happen . . .
I liked!
I enjoyed this take. Well done.
Haha. I loved that one, Gail! :-D
Lovely imagination
Never try to herd cats !
Delightful little ditty!
Nice!
.... uppity cat indeed!
Don't think I'd hang about for the Alsatian either, mind you!
haha
That's a cat for ya.
;)
Thanks for the smile...
Oh yes, I love this! We are thinking on the same path, but yours is super sweet and has great rhythm!
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