Sunday Pomes & Words, 24/03/2024

A Cautionary Tale for Young Kittens, by Alison Bancroft

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This one hardly requires an explanation. What I shall say is that it’s not only a lovely piece of real poetry (I don’t think much of what passes for poetry these days - you can’t just arrange some pretty prose on a piece of paper to look like poetry and call it poetry, in my opinion), but far more importantly it’s also a glorious excuse to post some pictures of cats.

I mean, it’s not like there aren’t enough cat pictures on the Internet now, is there, eh?

Still, just to set the scene a little, here’s an image without a cat in it.

Write a story with that as your prompt, oh ye spec fic fans!

Anyhow, without further ado…

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A Cautionary Tale for Young Kittens

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Out in the dark night over the snow
The cat went hunting mice,
She came to a lake where the thaw had begun
And fell right through the ice.

She wailed and screeched to no avail
No one could hear her meow,
She slowly sank deep in the cold dark lake
And is probably still there now.

So kittens my dears watch out beware
This folly never follow,
If you go hunting birds and mice
This could be you tomorrow...

See you next Sunday…