How Can It Be Pouring

How can it be pouring cats and dogs
Somewhere called the Midwest
When all I see are melting clogs
Beside my bone dry chest

The temperature has dropped a bit
Or so I have been told
The fog's returned on the Bay to sit
But I feel no hint of cold

The fussing continues to disturb my peace
As books go into boxes
I'll be glad enough when this ado can cease
And we eat some loxes

Someone has suggested
That rhyming is very high schoolish
But since I've never gone to school
I'll ignore such criticism as just plain foolish

Something's Up - Besides the Heat

Something's stirring, I can tell
Though I cannot understand very well
Pudee's leaving again, I think
The thought makes my heart sink
Every day every way
I try to tell her I want her to stay
When will she leave? I don't know
But I don't want her to go
Maybe if I love her enough
She'll stop packing all her stuff
And stay here contentedly
With me and the rest of the family

Energy Shortage

The wind picked up
My breath blew away
Pudee left
Though I begged her to stay

Now I lie here
Struggling to breathe
I may look calm
But inwardly I seethe

Pollen puts me in a pickle
Makes me limp and tired
I've licked my fur clean
Now I feel wired

But I don't feel strong
I don't feel frisky
I feel like moving
Is highly risky

No motion is best
Just let me rest

Hawks on High

The courtyard door is barred
While hawks swirl high overhead
Though Little Gurlz may whine and beg
They're better off live than dead

For everyone just wants fresh meat
And Little Gurlz are oh so sweet
Beneath their flashy fur so fine
Is tender meat on which to dine

So the courtyard door must remain unopen
No matter what is said
For 'tis better to live life in a gilded pen
Than to help young hawks be fed

Or is it?

D&D

Delta and Dawn are free at last
Leaving foolish humans in their past

They've finally made it
Down the river and out of the Bay
Past every idiot
Shouting and shooting every which way

Back to the peace and serenity
Of the deep blue ocean
The wide blue sea