TalesAndTails

Up on my perch, I sit and I stare,
the floor is my kingdom, the couch is my lair.

I watch every shadow, each rustle, each sound,
then strike like a hunter, my paws hit the ground.

It looks like I’m playing, but really I scheme—
the world is my toy, and I rule in my dreams.

yes
may I help you
or are you just here
to stare at me again
like I’m some sort of painting
that meows when hungry

you look a mess
I look flawless
we all have our roles

I see you haven’t mastered
basic grooming
yet here you are
taking pictures of me
like you’re the artist

yes
I’ll allow it
but only because
your cell camera
deserves at least one thing
worth looking at

Two little turtles kissing by a lake,
Daddy turtle walked up — oh, what a mistake!
He stretched out a claw, with a look so grim,
“Cut out the smooching, or you’ll answer to Mom!”

The lovebirds froze, shells pressed tight,
They’d been caught red-handed in broad daylight.
So if you’re a turtle and romance you seek,
Better check who’s watching from over the creek! 🐢💋

I fluttered down, wings swift and light,
The fountain called, so clear, so bright.
I reached the dish, I reached it first,
My tiny throat cried out for thirst.

I know she’s near, I feel her stare,
The other waits, she’s always there.
At any beat I’ll dash away,
If she should rise or block my stay.

One sip, two sips—I take my chance,
Glancing back with wary glance.
For statues don’t just sit so still,
Unless they hide a secret will.

The water ripples, cool and fair—
And then she moves! She’s really there!!!
Not stone, not bronze, no idle play,
A fairy came to drink today.

He pressed himself against the ground,
while stems and shadows wrapped him round.
His wide eye watched, his whiskers still, his body bent to earth’s own will.

We saw him there, yet made no sound,
let silence guard his chosen ground.
Our careful steps moved soft, aside,
so not to break the place he’d hide.

And as we passed, the moment stayed,
respect for the small life we weighed.
A hidden one, so near to us,
the trail belonged to him—not us.

A fluffy cat with eyes that gleam,
One gold, one blue — a perfect team.
She guards the house both day and night,
With judgment sharp and fur so white.

The sign proclaims what she already knew,
“All guests must be approved — it’s true!”
She sat there proudly, full of clout,
Deciding who gets in (or out).

I took the photo, thought I’d impressed,
But her stare said, “Hmm… you’re not on the guest list.” 😳

I gaze at the cat with a snow-white coat,
One eye says “Trust me,” the other says “Don’t.”

Golden eye gleams with a comforting glow,
"Come closer, dear human, I won’t bite, you know."

But the blue one narrows, cold as the sea,
"Ignore his lies — beware of me!"

"Sit on my lap, I’ll purr all night."
"Or nip your hand just for delight."

"Pet me gently, I’ll bring you peace."
"Until I decide your cuddles must cease."

One eye whispers, “I’m angel, divine.”
The other smirks, “The chaos is mine.”

So I stare at the cat, unsure what to do,
Do I trust the gold or the blue?

The cat just blinks slowly, smug in its throne,
Both eyes laughing, "You’ll never know.”

I came to see what the world might show—
the quiet secrets rivers know,
the way the sky leans close to land,
the stories waiting, yet unplanned.

Then you arrived, a gentle surprise,
a fellow dreamer beneath these skies.
And as we sat, the world grew wide,
its wonders doubled, side by side.

For beauty grows when two hearts share,
a simple bench becomes a prayer.
So—won’t you sit here while I wait
and see what beauty nature creates?

Put down that gadget, no need for the screen,
There’s fluff on this belly, the softest you’ve seen.
The paws are up high, the moment’s just prime,
Come join the fun—it’s tummy-scratching time!

If you find me upside down, don't be fooled-this is a trap.

You'll be helpless against the big eyes, the tiny paws curled just so, the "I'm too cute to resist" spell.

And once you give me belly rubs... well, let's just say you're mine now.

There’s something beautiful in this quiet closeness — the way they sit side by side, watching the world unfold.

They don’t rush, they don’t need words, they don’t even need to look at one another.

Their connection is in the stillness, in the gentle touch that says, “I’m here. With you.”

Holding hands, in any form, is a promise. A promise that says: I’m here. You’re not alone. We face this world together.

Like these two cats, we all shine brighter when we find someone to walk beside us, someone who doesn’t need words to understand the comfort of touch, the warmth of presence, and the quiet strength of companionship.