NEW CAT

.....A new stray has arrived.  He's a grayed buff color and his scared nose and face tells me he's fought many battles since he's been on the road.  He's so thankful for a little dry food in a Pyrex bowl (with a dollop of wet food on top like a cherry) and he gobbles it down like he's afraid someone will take it away from him.  Silver, my last outside cat, is friendly with him so he must not be too hateful for a whole male as they touch noses in greeting.  He's fending okay because the other morning he was crunching on a mouse in the grass just off the kitchen porch but left it to eat the Meow Mix I put out....the remains of the mouse disappeared later so I know he came back for it.  We've named him "Lefty and Eugene" (Huh?) because he looks like a gangsta...after Lefty Fats Murdoch and Eugene The Fist who were characters from the movie "The Girl Can't Help It".  He's called Lefty or Eugene or both together whatever this brain of mine can conjure at the time.

PROSE AND CONS

.....HOW IN THE HECK CAN I GO TO SLEEP NOW?

    "Night  night sleep tight don't let the bedbugs bite."
     Good night good night
     Off with the light
     The bugs are in flight
     And it's me they will bite.
     Say a prayer say a prayer.
     I really do care
     If creepies and crawlies
     Climb in my hair.....
     And in my clothes
     And up my nose
     And in my mouth
     And all over the house.
     Say a prayer say a prayer.
     Hosts of bugs and critters galore
     Just stay off of me
     And down on the floor.
     Amen!


.....WHERE WILL MY BONES LAY?

Oh my aching bones, oh these lazy bones, oh no! breaking bones laid beneath the green Virginia earth play a sad country song for me.  Haunting, haunting and melancholy.  Oh these ashes to ashes bones, and dust to dust bones, and nails in my coffin rust to rust bones lay me beneath the green Virginia earth and play a sad country song for me.

.....HILL BILLY BOY

Mountain born and billy bred I'll be a billy till the day I'm dead.  Country hills and country miles and country boy till the day I die.  Plant my body on the side of a hill in the rolling land I love.  Plant me a maple at my foot to cradle my bones in it's tangling root.....till Judgement Day till Judgement Day I'll rise and sing a song for joy.  God loves the billy boy.

   

   
   

   

   

WHIMSEY

Original Artwork by S.  Pearson,  Prisma Color Pencil on Dark Paper  20 x  26

"...AND THOSE THAT WERE SEEN DANCING WERE THOUGHT TO BE INSANE BY THOSE WHO COULD NOT HEAR THE MUSIC........."  Nietsche