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
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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?
claws out for crossed boundaries Brendan
I like the idea of a black cat trespassing and agree that it is indeed ill-fated. Brilliant 55!
trespasser indeed in a wildlife centre 😉
Awww.. the poor cat! 🙂
Not at all – was in seventh heaven amongst baby birds
What a Gorgeous feline that Is!
With beautiful eyes on baby coot
Wait, cattails are the same as bulrushes?! I have only known them as cattails! *mind blown*
Ha, up here they have always been bullrushes……
They are all Typha. Moses was found in them – his basket probably made from them!
I swear I never realized those two things are one and the same. What you learn when reading poetry!
Ouch… and here I’m smiling at all my feline visitors… but I guess I’m not green-eyed myself.
Cats trespass for sure – but there are people that cross our paths and do not bring us luck
Ps hope your eyes are better
I wonder where that black cat theory started anyway! Loved your words.
Thank you Beverly. Yes – said to bring either bad or good luck – how confusing!
Hahaha I remember burning them as torches Before they could post
“‘Trespassers have no invite.
Strays are in my sights”
Another wonderful read here.
Thank you for trespassing !
Any time my friend!
Lovely!
X
nicely cautioned
“next time heed the sign:
‘Trespassers have no invite.
Strays are in my sights”
SMILES
much love…
Thank you for your many smiles Gillena
There is a neighborhood black cat that startles with her ink stain shadow when I step into the night of my back yard.
Some inspirational opening lines here 🙂
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.
The cat was the least of the trespassers in this poem – glad you liked it
The cat definitely has attitude 😉 A good encounter indeed
in deed definitely!