Chance encounter

A chance meet ill-met
eyes matching yours
catching sight of black cat
stock still amongst cattails*
green-eyed monster
jealously guards the pond edge
blithely bobbing fluffballs
nemesis in nettle shades
we saved the day but…
never cross my path again
next time heed the sign:
‘Trespassers have no invite.
Strays are in my sights”

*aka Bullrushes

Playing it again with Kerry’s Flash 55 + Trespass & putting this sliver of a 55 word offering in the Poetry Pantry

 

29 Comments on “Chance encounter

  1. O how five feet of extra elevation would change the relation between human and cat. Don’t say we weren’t warned, in encounters like this! We take such things lightly at our peril. Sharp sense of trespass here, does it expand to human border-wrangling as well?

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    • claws out for crossed boundaries Brendan

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    • trespasser indeed in a wildlife centre 😉

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    • With beautiful eyes on baby coot

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  2. Wait, cattails are the same as bulrushes?! I have only known them as cattails! *mind blown*

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    • They are all Typha. Moses was found in them – his basket probably made from them!

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      • I swear I never realized those two things are one and the same. What you learn when reading poetry!

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    • Cats trespass for sure – but there are people that cross our paths and do not bring us luck
      Ps hope your eyes are better

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    • Thank you Beverly. Yes – said to bring either bad or good luck – how confusing!

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  3. Hahaha I remember burning them as torches Before they could post
    “‘Trespassers have no invite.
    Strays are in my sights”
    Another wonderful read here.

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  4. nicely cautioned

    “next time heed the sign:
    ‘Trespassers have no invite.
    Strays are in my sights”

    SMILES

    much love…

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    • Thank you for your many smiles Gillena

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    • Some inspirational opening lines here 🙂

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  5. I would chase away trespassing cats from here too – but only because my fearful resident cat would otherwise feel threatened. 🙂 I liked both photo and poem.

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    • The cat was the least of the trespassers in this poem – glad you liked it

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