Prompted by Poet's Place Cafe

Discussion Rhyme Weaving

Ode to Molly

Hurry furry little Molly cat
you play outside 'til darkness falls
when critters roam and scatter skat.

They'd love to feast on my butterball,
time to come inside, be safe, be warm.
And out from under a bush, you crawl.

I try to keep you protected from harm,
you climb trees and hunt prey by day
but after dusk, you cuddle in my arms.

I love to caress you as you lay
sleeping next to me silky and soft,
all snuggled in for the nighttime stay.

Your antics oft make me think you're daft
and best of all, of course, my favorite
your keyboard stroll as I practice my craft.
                              ~~Judi Van Gorder


"DISCUSSION: Rhyme Weaving"