Simply 6 Minutes: Awww, Kitties!

Maybe there should be a cutoff age when animals for adoption are free?

The Sound of One Hand Typing

Kittens, when they’re very young, are adorable little creatures. They’re tiny, which means, when you go to the pet store, you get in this “take two, they’re small” mood. At least, that was the way it was with us.

We have one cat now, Molly, who’s getting older and, sad to say, will probably leave us soon (but, please God, not too soon). When that happens, Mary and I have declared on a moratorium on bringing any more cats in, because they’re a lot of work, most of which would fall on Mary. Also, when you bring home a kitten, you have to remember that you’re making a long-term commitment, because they can live quite a bit past 20 years.

If we were to get another cat, I’d want an older one. I saw this thing on Instagram where a woman adopted the oldest cat in a shelter, because she…

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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

Fandango offers us this photo from Erean @ Morguefile.com for his flash fiction challenge this week.
For the visually challenged writer, the image shows the silhouette of a woman on a stage, provocatively posed sitting on a chair with the starry night sky behind her and also reflected on the stage floor.

This is a poem even though this is a flash fiction challenge. I mean it is ficticious.

If I lay my head back with my neck to the sky
will you come here and hold me, keep hold while I cry?
I need you to be here no matter what time
Your love means so much now, your love is sublime.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

The Monday Peeve

Paula Light Motifs II hosts this weekly rant: https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2021/12/06/tmp37-pet-tricks/
It feels so good to join in!

You know what bugs me? When someone sends me a text and asks me a question….I answer….then nothing! Why’d you bother asking me something if you don’t care about the response? But you know what is even worse? I’ve done it!!!! I’ve asked how someone is and I honestly don’t really have any interest in knowing the answer. I mean if there was something bad going on I would’ve probably been told by someone and of course I would care but to just hear “I’m fine”….blah, blah, blah.


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Song Lyric Sunday

This week the theme is songs that are about House, Room, Kitchen, Shower, Attic also suggested by Paula of Light Motifs II. 

I love Jack Johnson’s music. I admit I had to google songs about homes…There are a lot I really like and always have but this is just such a great song, it won for the week!

Jack Johnson Lyrics

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“Home”

I’ve gotta get home
There’s a garden to tend
All the fruit’s on the ground
The birds have all moved back into my attic,
Whistled in static
The young learn to fly
I will patch up the holes once again

Well, I can’t believe that my lime tree is dead
I thought it was sleeping, I guess it got fed up with not being fed
And I would be too, I keep food in my belly
And hope that my time isn’t soon.
Isn’t soon.

And so I try to understand
What I can’t hold in my hand
And whatever I find, I’ll find my way back to you
And if you could try to find it too
‘Cause this place is overgrown, it’s a waxing moon.
Home is wherever we are if there’s love here too

In the back of my house there’s a trail that won’t end
We went walking so far
It grew back again
And now there’s no trail at all
Only grass growing taller
Get out my machete and battle with time once again
But I’m bound to lose ’cause I’ll be damned if time don’t win

I’ve gotta get home
There’s a garden to tend
All the seeds from the fruit buried and began
Their own family trees teach them, thank you and please
They spread their own roots, then watch their young fruit grow again
And this old trail will lead me right back to where it begins

And so I try to understand
What I can’t hold in my hand
And whatever I find I’ll find my way back to you
And if you could try to find it too
‘Cause this place is overgrown, it’s a waxing moon.
Home is wherever we are if there’s love here too

I said,
Home is wherever we are if there’s love here too
Home is wherever we are if there’s love here too

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 530

At the edge of the world
where a hive roars with life
the chatter is humming
the work seems like strife

the stars burn so brightly
a feline mews low
a candle flicks warmly
with a hazy, soft glow

It’s a sign of the times
a role destined to play
a curse of the future
where a secret might lay

And so it is here now
that we wander alone
Do we face what’s there waiting?
Should we fear the unknown? 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry