mmmmmmmmmm :)
quite a picture.
content and str.etched out.
this is, though, how i usually spend my summer nights.
on a blanket; moon above; something soft in the ayre.
i hear so much in the quiet.
and you playfully 'penned' me there
> <

I adore the way you create a safe playground for your reader's pleasure, a joyful place where their mind can wander and play! HUGS! SC

Great images. I could see you lying there on that clover!...I wonder who won the game...M

Catchin' up after some time out. So well done - I was there rooting for the cat! Thanks for sharing your fine talent with common writ4ers. = Bill

LOL LOL. Cats do have a way of putting it all in perspective, don't they? Great piece here!

Myrna

A lazy summer day, such as our ancestors never knew! Loved this, and I can just see the two of you plus radio, pretzel and beer, lounging comfortably. This is what heaven outta be!

Gene - Enjoyed this. Listening to a baseball game on the radio has its advantages. Allows room for the imagination. I thought the Braves might make a run, but the Phillies won't lose and it's getting late in the day. Loved those last lines that put it all in perspective.

I tell the cat,
I think we’re on a winning streak.
The cat,
in her accustomed apprehension,
yawns.

- David

"clutching a cold lager in one hand
and a soft pretzel in the other."
and in your day-pack, wrapped up
in a towel, an unopened bottle of Scotch.
Yup ... I know you!
Great capture here gene.

hehe, sounds like my cat! Thanks for this Gene, it surely made me smile.

Janet xxx

I smiled all the way through this- what a gift it is to make someone smile and disappear in every line of your poems- love the cat ending, being cat obsessed as I am. :)

I love how lazy and easy this poem was written, filling our minds with the joys of summer and relaxation! I am off to the beach for my Joy of Summer...lol
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

hotdayummm... so typical! you paint a wonderful pastoral scene of loving tranquility that a gal might like to lie down quietly beside and listen romantically to the blackbird sing... and the bloody football on the tranny goes and ruins it! Looks like it's curling up with the cat, then... :)))))))))) My dog yawns when she's apprehensive, too... it usually signals that she's expecting me to read her one of my poems... no wonder she's gone deaf.... xxxxx

A delightful poem Gene, blessings, Holly

Once again you bring the scene and the emotions alive for me Gene. Wonderful poem.

...some cats just aren't into baseball, oh well! A lovely way to spend a lazy summer day anyway, Gene.

Carole~

I can hear the bat hit the ball!
and I can taste that lager...and excuse me while I sneek over just a bit closer....that pretzle really smells GOOD!!! :)
Peace, Love & Inspirations
Vickie

Move over, I can smell the clover in these lines, and the baceball ensemble suggests that a hotdog might be appropriate as well. Cats, well they are lovely but a dog is premo. Love it. Thank you Gene, Hugs, J'nia

Very sweet! A moment caught that tells a whole story.
I love that "accustomed apprehension"!

Axilea

NICE!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

You left out that prancing blond in bikini near by (didn't want to share?) other than that, you described for us a good lazy afternoon...

Georg

Gene, I love this. A perfect summer afternoon!

Robert like the hammock and we sometimes hook up one of the televisions through the garage...

Be always safe,
Karen

You seem to capture the moment well!! Now why can't you write
about the Boston Red Sox or the New York Yankees???

I love baseball!!! It's as American as Apple Pie!! I have a picture
of my uncle with Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig. It was given to me by
my cousin. It's awesome!! Now that's a Yankee!!

Exactly my kind of summer afternoon. Patrick

Great write, Gene.

....this is most enjoyable....love the way you ended it :)

Gene,
Perfect atmosphere and setting, quite blissful and deliciously lazy...but when it comes to baseball, a sport I know little or nothing about, I'm with the cat.

John

doesn't the cat's excitement overwhelm? -- summer, days to laze away -- earth enveloping your body in swaddling clothes of warmth -- imagination and a lager tugging gently at the creative side of you --what is not to like? -- I was totally relaxed after reading this poem Gene -- that takes a bit of doing for a guy who is usually at three times warp speed -- thanks for the moment of tranquility -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael

Your word-images tell of a perfect Summer day, Gene...if you're experiencing cool weather. I can picture myself 60 years ago back in St. Louis; now I hibernate indoors in the A/C. Enjoyed your dream-like poem, friend!
Blessings and Love - Micke

Feline (if it is a she) doesn't rightly appreciate the clown ministry of Abbot & Costello...You're batting a thousand Gene! I think I am getting to second base, I love feline politics and the stalking spread-eagled in the clover...the head on the mug of lager trumps the pretzel...

Lou Costello: What's the guy's name on first base?

Bud Abbott: No. What is on second.

Lou Costello: I'm not asking you who's on second.

Bud Abbott: Who's on first.

Lou Costello: I don't know.

Bud Abbott: He's on third, we're not talking about him.

Lou Costello: Now how did I get on third base?

Bud Abbott: Why you mentioned his name.

Lou Costello: If I mentioned the third baseman's name, who did I say is playing third?

Bud Abbott: No. Who's playing first.

Lou Costello: What's on base?

Bud Abbott: What's on second.

Lou Costello: I don't know.

Bud Abbott: He's on third.

Lou Costello: There I go, back on third again!

Sage: Here I go again...feline politics, bases loaded!

Soft pretzels ... a beer ... and baseball? You got yourself a game! Excellent, Gene, a perfect way to spend the afternoon. However, me thinks my team needs the cat to claw them out of last place - poor Cleveland Indians!!

So many ideas of what a perfect summer day might entail. I bet your gulls would be more appreciative of the winning streak than your cat (or maybe they'd just be after the pretzel).

I love baseball though I will confess that I'd probably be like the cat over this one. Very nice write.