Cushioned kitties
rhythmic breathe;
whiskers stir,
testing air;
cat-mouse dreams.
Robins bicker
over worms
pulled by the
spring equinox
moon.
Red maple, yellow
willow, brown birch
buds swell
then crack –
unfurling flags.
Fox squirrels
racetrack trees;
fevered play;
bird feeders hold
no luster.
De Jackson (aka Whimsygizmo) is today’s dVerse host. De says:
stir us up a poem of exactly 44 words, not counting the title, folding in some form of the word stir.
each stanza is like a small painting… love those cat-mouse dreams
LikeLiked by 1 person
snapshots, yes, glad you enjoyed, thank you.
LikeLike
You packed a lot of images into 44 words! Love it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Glad you liked the images, Jane, thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love all the snippets of imagery here Lisa!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Linda, thanks, it is getting to be that time of year.
LikeLiked by 1 person
We both did snapshots, cool. I like yours better. Enjoyed /buds swell, then crack–unfurling flags/.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, we did. Glad you enjoyed, thank you.
LikeLike
I like all those spring motions pulled by the equinox moon.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Luv the composition. a masterly painting with words
Happy Monday
much love…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Glad you enjoyed it, Gillena, thank you.
LikeLike
Oh, I can see this!
“Fox squirrels
racetrack trees”
What a great description!
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂 Thank you, De!
LikeLike
Lovely imagery in this piece.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Maria 🙂
LikeLike
Love the bickering over worms..pulled by the moon. Love all the snatches stashed in here😊
Pat
LikeLiked by 1 person
Why thank you, Pat 🙂
LikeLike
I love it when a dverser manages to make a quadrille long! It’s not, of course. It’s the same length as all of them. But this feels long.
LikeLiked by 1 person
in a good way!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Glad you enjoyed it, Alexandra! Thank you.
LikeLike
Everything astir in spring, as it should be!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yeppers. We aren’t quite there yet, but it was 63 in GR yesterday, which was pretty nice. Too back I had to come back to cold wind.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love when the red maples pop open sending helicopter seeds floating to the ground. Nicely done Lisa.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Glad you like the poem, Dwight, thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are welcome!
LikeLiked by 1 person
you painted such a peaceful environment, Ms. Jade. Love the details!
LikeLiked by 1 person
❤ What a nice thing to say, thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome, Ms. Jade!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Aww! One after the other pretty micro pics, Li! ❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
The days are coming, not quite there yet here. Thank you 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are welcome. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
all come out to play! yay! and love the whiskers that stir
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Gina. Dotty was next to me when I wrote this, dreaming and moving so she inspired that part 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love the confidence of all these observations. The racetrack trees, the unfurling flags. You’ve packed all these colors and sounds and motion into this flowering quadrille. Beautifully written.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Victoria ❤
LikeLike
I love all the sounds of your poem specially the robins bickering.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Grace. I like the idea of the moon pulling the worms instead of the robins.
LikeLike
Such an alive poem, sounds, visual, feelings, wonderful.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Paul, glad you enjoyed reading it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I did
LikeLiked by 1 person
lovely imagery, love the cat-mouse dreams. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, JP! Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Linda 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person