This one was me just thinking of an evening with the cats I owned at one time.
The house with black Cats!
One with no white and green eyes
He talks back, thinks he is the Mister of the house
He thinks he rules the house
He says Ma, out, no!
We are ruled by God and the
House of black cats!
First by God, second by the black cats.
Second cat, has yellow eyes, and white on her neck
With 2 inside armpits like that of a Alaskan bear
She stand guard of the door.
Growls at the other cat,
When he wants to come in.
To try to not grant access.
We have to hold her to allow the Mister to enter!
For she thinks, thinks she is the queen.
She does not know I am the Queen.
So first God, then husband, then child,
Then the house of black cats, but the
Cats think otherwise!
That is a poem in my book of poems on my webspace link below that is in my book, I have a lot of better poems, just access to that poem at the time of sumission.
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
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