Wake Up Kitty

He always seems to feel sad, the little guy, the  white cat . He always seems to be afraid, is hiding, only goes out late. He always seems to leave  before midnight , although he knows he'll be molested by ... in a fight. He always seems to be in for a chat, he is very talkative, that white cat! He always seems to refuse a hug,  a kiss , (unless it's my daughter's) the white cat, but he's just fine the way he is. The picture is made by me with my Samsung J5 smartphone. I am a #mobileblogger. What you see is my daughter's white cat Mew, who is not deaf by the way.

No! It wasn't me. I do not drink. Only empty bottles? That's what you see? Nope, that wasn't me! Honest. It wasn't me. I drink with care. I always start late. I wait till after High Tea. Honestly, that's me! Sure. It wasn't me. It's my twin brother. He has no limit. He does drink for three. For sure, it wasn't me! Trust. It wasn't me. I am not addicted, no alcoholic. I can let it be. Trust me, it wasn't me. Tasting. It wasn't me. I don't drink! Alcohol in a beker? I'm just sipping my tea. That wasn't me! Testing, trying, toasting, cheerin', beer, wine, vodka, gin. Excuses big, Excuses small, It was me who heard them all! This picture is a pixabay.com pic. I am a  #mobileblogger , I write all my content with my smartphone. This post was my entry for a #freewrite contest at #Steemit and been poster there.

Alone I am finally at home, in peace and harmony just Mother Earth and me. No need to worry on carry ... This is where I will stay forever. Waiting till all of my days are gone. Do not worry, I am back home ... So long! This is my entry at a #WeKu 365 days poem #contest no. 28

I joined a poetry contest at weku. I just found out about it and gave it a chance. The whole idea is to write a poem and keep writing (daily so 365 a year). This time there was a picture showed you had to write a poem about. I choose to write an "eleven" (in Dutch: Elf). This poem only counts 11 words, so you need to pick out the right words with care. 365 days of poetry challenge Commitment. Long road. It will end. No way to turn. Endless.

I've never seen a lazy sun, it's always busy, at work. It's the same with all those bugs, dying to give me hugs. How dearly is that mosquito, buzzing love songs in my ear. She makes me hit her... rhytm, she's all that I do hear. Barking dogs. Locust plague and roaking frogs causing stress. I've had it, I'm so mad, sleeping naked is not that bad. The poem above is a madrigal. This one is written in lines of seven syllables and is comprised of three tercets.

(My entree to a #writingcontest, I had to use the w ord work . It is a #turbotale and counts exactly 10 0 words.) #monday100 - I do work! OMG! I forgot, I ain't hot. I ain't a jerk, I am just at work! I won't complain, I fit I am secure, fast, I'm it! I am attached to it and with. I know for sure you need me, right? I'm very productive, efficient, day and night! I'm what you see and have nothing to hide. I won't complain about you nor work, as it. I won't get tired, sick, a work alcoholic. I know, all I know, is work. I know I ain't the jerk. I know I ain't hot. I am a... robot! I work. work I... @writingcontests has writingcontests 4 times a week. Fellow writers you might like to join a contest too? How about a turbo tale of 100 words on Mondays?