THE PICTURE

rexisky

Art comes alive with the artist’s stroke.

It bounces from the white page

in alternating shades of the rainbow.

The green eyes entice and ensnare.

The fur flows and ebbs in blues and pink.

It has stepped out from the mere page

to come alive for me and you.

ISLAND IN THE SUN

malformalady

A kitten aboard a floating victoria water lily pad in the Philippines, circa 1935

My own island.

Floating in the sun.

My own heaven.

Of lily pads.

HELP ME!

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chikanaranjada

I can’t get away.

They are now coming for me.

I wanted to play.

But they look evil to me.

They have human faces.

But they are dark inside.

I need to go places.

Where I can run and hide.

Too late they’re already here.

I must get up this tree.

My fur is standing in fear.

Please stop and pray for me.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

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Nook

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HELP!

mistymorrning

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I’m being followed.

Through the woods.

Past the haunted house.

And into town.

Help me!

I hear them.

But can’t see them.

Quiet as the night.

Silence is their prayer.

Meow!

THE DEAD GAME

MEOW

If I was a bird…

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SMELL THE FLOWERS

Who bothers to stop and smell the flowers?

We’re too busy each day.

Most of us don’t even have flowers.

But we have imaginations.

We can use them to escape.

From the mundane.

From our work.

From the everyday.

To explore new dimensions.

New places.

Far away places.

The cat has it right.

Stop and smell the flowers.

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SWEET DREAMS

sanshu-seiso

Sanshu Seiso (Japan)

To dream sweet dreams

of milk and cookies.

To dream happy thoughts

of chasing mice through a field.

To dream loving thoughts

of you.