OUR WORLD - Latest Family Addition

Recently while granddaughter helped a friend on a farm

the farm cat had 7 kittens.

One died and a day later, this one was rejected

and naturally 

it ended up on our farm with granny baby sitting.

granny was busy putting a book together

on her computer

and having her fingers chewed off

did not help

so o o

great granny took over and soon had Joda sleeping

 not for long though

glad I was wearing my gardening apron,

those little pins are just a tad on the sharp side

happily, g-granny's hot hands are soporific

and Joda could get back to napping and visibly growing,

Oh dear, that makes 8 cats

luckily granddaughter has them all desexed.

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OUR WORLD

Shadow Shot Sunday ~ What do I do When . . .

What do you do when you can't sleep on holidays by the sea?

You get up and photograph . . .

What do you do at the beach when Shadow Shot Sunday comes

up? Shadows hit your eyes and . . . SNAP!

What do you do when you are stiff from driving hundreds of

miles and there are a few hundred more?? You stop at a play-

ground, have some fun and a shadow photo opportunity

and what do you do when sleep escapes you at home? You

guessed it! Just grab your camera.

Thank you Tracy at HEY HARRIET for hosting this meme.

SkyWatch ~ A Simple Summer Sunrise

The sun is sick of rising early, no longer her eager starts before
5a.m., she lifts her sleepy head no earlier than 7 now. Blurry
still her eyelids flutter....



making patterns on the purple sky



as she yawns, the light drifts upward



till it paints the sky with molten gold as, glorying in her power,
she lifts her head over the horizon.



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enjoy them.

Wanderlust at Twilight

We drove to the horizon
and nearly fell right off the earth



we drove by day and drove by night
we drove for all that we were worth



we drove for days on end,
until we nearly dropped



it seemed we drove for ever more
until one day we stopped



and stood there wondering
why ever we did start
when now we had left far behind
all things close to our heart.

The far horizon beckoned
with promise full of change
but everything we yearned for
was home, close to our range.

If ever we should get the urge
to harness horse and go
to run away from daily life
that's boring, drear and slow,
take out the axle pin
and say the waggon broke.

Brew up a billy full of tea
upon a smoking campfire
and say if we should need a change:
"go camp down on the flat,
the snakes are plentiful down there
they'll give you quite a thrill,
the kangaroos go sailing by
bushwhacking noises fill the night
the sheep can give you quite a fright



and we will know that you are safe
from hoons and trucks upon the road.

The stars shine brightly there at night
and should the cold decide to bite
come back and turn the blanky on
and sleep in your own bed,
the cat will read a goodnight tale
and you will get well fed".

Sleep

When sleep like stealthy thief

escapes into the night,

breathing the darkness deeply

like bird in restles flight

to roam beneath the stars

or moon, or absence of all light

chasing memories and hopes

in endless roundelay

the little worries of the coming day

Where does sleep hide

when she departs

why forsakes us in our need?

Oh fickle lady of the night

to come and shackle us by day

inopportunely shutting down

our senses in a busy town

with traffic roaring all around

and nowhere to be safely still

while she exerts her wayward will.

Intermezzo - Rain

It rains,

and rains,

and rains,

and rains,

the skies and earth turn grey

the leaden sea laps leaden shore
trees shake off showers of water

in swirling seas in mists unseen

on rock sits Neptune's daughter

She sits her golden tressea rinsing

in sheets of rain enfolded

her lilting song the rain clouds calls

'till sky and air and water too
in greyness melt unendeing.

In swirling waves her senses swoon

slip into gentle slumber

her dreams the tides make rise and fall

her joy the skies to clear

compassion ships to harbour brings

her anger storms to quicken . . .

for now, she sleeps

and dreams of rain

rain sheeting, dripping, dripping . . .

Moonrise

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The rising moon

my face caressing

has banished sleep

once more

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Outside in still, crisp night

so clear

stars blaze above me

putting moon to shame

horizon kissed by Southern Cross

Nebula at mid heaven

like Merlin's coat

the firmament adorned

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Though frost may burn

young growth this night

the bright exhilarating sky

shall stay a dear delight.

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