Cat-In-The-Box

Not a jack-in-the-box but a cat-in-the-box,

And when I am then my life is so rosy,

It may look quite frot, but believe me it’s not, 

It makes me feel safe and, yes, cosy.

So leave me to sit and fossick a bit,

This box is all that I might need,

I’ll get out for the loo, or something feline to do,

Or if I’ve a desperate desire to feed.

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016

Happiness

This is how I feel when relaxed and fluffy,Not timid, or shy, what you might call stuffy,

Just lying here letting it all hang loose,

So put your nimble fingers to very good use,

And give my tummy a jolly good rub,

It’s almost better than a plateful of grub,

I don’t give a dime, or even a nickel,

For anything finer than a good tummy tickle!

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016

When The Familiar Becomes Unfamiliar 

I love to walk in nature,

To feel the breeze on my skin,

The ground beneath my feet,

To smell the earth and trees on the air.

And yet this morning,

In a stretch of wood

That I know so well,

Where ancient trees climb with me

Up the slope,

To a path along the ridge,

The mist had rolled in,

And the familiar seemed strange,

And fearful,

Each step, 

A pace into the unknown.

© Text Caro Ness 2016

© Image Sue Belfrage 2016