White Things In The Sky

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Cover image: pixabay.com.

White Things In The Sky

 

I look outside my window,

there are white things passing by,

they’re falling in their thousands

as they drop down from the sky.

 

I try to look away from them

but have no luck ignoring,

I need to find out what they are

so I’m off out exploring.

 

The first thing that I notice

is the coldness that does seep

when I sink in to a pile of it

that has become quite deep.

 

My fur is getting wetter

and I shiver with the chill

but of all this white stuff

I have not quite had my fill.

 

Perhaps I should try catching some

before they hit the ground;

all the leaping warms me up

amid the muffled sound.

 

I wonder they taste quite nice,

so I stick out my tongue

but the white stuff disappears

before my eating’s done.

 

The taste it leaves, refreshing,

like water mixed with ice,

but now the wetness of my fur

is very far from nice.

 

With a shake I turn around

and make my way indoors

where I curl up by the fire

and lick dry my four paws.


Submitted: January 24, 2021

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Mike S.

a fine poem through the eyes of Fluffy, Hull

Sun, January 24th, 2021 6:42pm

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Haha! Thank you, Mike! Kookie still likes to go leaping after them even though she is now about six years old.

Fri, January 29th, 2021 4:48am

RomanBoukreev

I found that this poem expresses some dissatisfaction or yearning. It is just a question of the low spirit. It sounds like the cat loved snow sometime before, but now it feels like snow weighs down the cat.

Sun, January 24th, 2021 10:47pm

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I think they like it when it is falling through the air because they often do try to catch it. But then once it settles, the fun part quickly becomes an uncomfortable reality with them being quite small and low to the ground.
Thanks so much for giving this a read, Roman.

Fri, January 29th, 2021 4:38am

AdamCarlton

Cats and snow... made in heaven...

Mon, January 25th, 2021 8:27am

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They do seem to like it when it's falling, but are not so keen when it comes to walking through it. We did have some snow, not much, but we don't often get any right in the south west corner.

Fri, January 29th, 2021 4:35am

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