the song is "Dreaming" Hunny Poetree Proud Recipient of the from Queen Bitsy In the lovely month of June, 1998.... Felicitations my fellow felines. I am Hunny Plumpkin, fp (feline poetess). My people lady, Pat, being a friend of the Cat-a-Tonic site owner, has asked me to share my furrvent views on life, by way of my poetree. And so we begin, with my first work, which I "imparted" to my people lady, shortly after she brought me home from the shelter where I had awaited her for two years. Her recent furangel, Maximum Pooh Bear, who had crossed the Rainbow Bridge only days before, had whispered to me of her arrival and of my new home. Ahhh, I was alone, and could finally, s-t-r-e-t-c-h ... Kitties Go Barefoot Kitties go barefoot and likes it that way. Some d*ggies wear booties on an icy cold day. Horseys are shod at the blacksmithy's shop, with big metal shoes. Clippety-clop! Peoples wear leather (Oh! Not nice! Not even if they were made out of mice!) But kitties go barefoot and wiggles their toes. So in case that you didn't, now you all knows! by Hunny Plumpkin, feline poetess and toe wiggler. The weeks pass and I am mistress of all I see... nothing will interfere with my new found freedom and happiness! Though my people lady looks at me lying here and wonders how I manage to do it. Permit me to explain ... in another poem of course! I'm Purrfectly Comfortable, Thank You.... This ol' box has quite a sag;It's tilted to one side.The contents are quite lumpyand the lid does tend to slide. But uncle Max broke it in for me;Oh, he was a big ol' boy!And now, for lounging blissfully,it is my utter joy! My people lady thinks I'll falland slip undignifiedright off the top & to the floorand bruise my pretty hide. But I've got velcro on my pawsand am tenacious as a catwho's chosen where it wants to beand that's where I'll stay at! by Hunny Plumpkin, fp. It is so heavenly, finally being alone - except for the company of my people lady and Uncle Max, as I now call him, whose smile and purr of approval can still be felt like a soft summer breeze (I believe he was a Cheshire Cat). The attention is most gratifying, but I must confess, she is far too concerned with my dining habits! To Eat Or To Eat, That Is Not A Question I'm a little catand a wee bit fatbut please don't think me lazy,though I'm not aboutto leave a crumbat my frequent "feeding frenzy." I spent so long,singing song, for supper at some door.I just can't seemto understandthat you will give me more. So you can seethat "Let it be.There's more where that came from"just doesn't meana whole great lotwhen my dinner's done! Perhaps next yearI will not fear.Maybe tomorrow day,I'll leave a bitupon my plateand go and have a play. But as for now,this will be howI'm munching every morsel;Crying loudlyfor some more,prepared to eat a horseful! by Hunny Plumpkin Ahhh, yes. She’s very proud of my work, is my lady and works hard as my secretary, typing tirelessly away, to bring my work to the attention of her friends at the Acme Pet Cat’s Window bulletin board! Imagine my frustration, when all were lost, not once, not twice, but thrice in one day! At least it has not happened before nor since - still absolutely, my favourite board. Post Traumatic Experience Oooooh I am not happy!What's this? Again?The board is down, I wear a frown.Will it be back? And When? My people lady types away,My outlook on the world,And then it's gone, in not too long,Into the void it's hurled! Well, really! So I am a cat,who writes poetree each day!If it's that bad, well, don't get mad!You only have to say!!! by Hunny ("sheesh!") Plumpkin, fp Toward the end of July, 1998.... Alas, my idyllic world would be changed, forever! My people lady, my Uncle Max whispered to me one day, was so great of heart, that she would scale great mountains (or at least highrise balconies and roofs!) to save a cat if she could. And so dear readers, she did! Well, he said she would, and that my new older sister was his furangel gift to us both. Have you ever tried to argue with a Cheshire Cat? The Other One First she spends a weekendOut the day and nightPopping in to feed meMumblin' 'bout some "plight"Then she's on the doorstepAnd with her she's got "HER"This other one, this OTHER ONE!Another ball of fur!Well, I am just beside myselfI don't know what to doTo think she's going to love us both!Me and you-know-who!Now why does SHE get this food?And why does SHE sleep there?And why, when SHE cries outDoes my people lady care?I suppose I'm very luckyTo have this new big sisBut why, when I take just a peekDoes SHE have to hiss?I'm just a furkid afterallSo, I'll retract my clawsSigh, I guess the days are overWhen I could set The LawsbyHunny Plumpkin, feline poetress Well, I suppose the story would never be complete unless I included HER feeble attempt at the art to which I am so obviously better equipped to indulge in … and you needn’t complain to me about its quality! I have a terrible headache and must lie down to await the return of my Mews. PURRROWEMZZZ! Meow Meow Meow MeowI was on the roofMeow Meow Meow Meowthough to look, there is no proofMeow Meow Meow MeowI am a happy catMeow Meow Meow Meowsince I was saved by PatMrrrowrrrr Phhttt! Purrrrrrrrrrrr... Pegapus How terribly amusing. Amateurs abound. A kitten, no less, from what my people lady so uncouthly refers to as Noofies’ Zoo (shuddering at the dreadful memories of never being alone!) has taken it upon herrrself to write - a limerick, of all things! Actually, she does show promise. She has captured my sentiments prissscisely. I have heard tell of sweet PatWho rescued a poor, flying catBut resident HunnySaid "This isn't funny!Take her away! And that's that!" Peek-a-Boo August, 1998... It is time to be serious. I have fallen in love with both my sister Peg and my people lady, Pat, just as my Uncle Max predicted. He also reminded me that Hunny Poetree is from the heart. My people lady’s heart was greatly grieved recently. A dear friend of hers died tragically. A friend who loved nature and all of God’s creations, who thought the world of his friends. For her, for Phil, from the heart. A Prayer For God's CreationsMy eyes have seen a lot of things no little one should see,But rescued young has somewhat undoneThe bad things done to me. I hope that my adopted sis has overcome her fall,That in the future she won’t bearOne harmed hair at all. But how can I imagine this, what my people lady feels,No amount of purrs and kiss,Or promises, it heals. A people that my lady knew, saw more than all our shareAnd it took her people friendTo end what he could not bear. May all the little furry ones who struggled in the pastWho never did find their homeBe not alone, at last. May all those sweet sad souls who climbed the final hillBe loved and love, cared for,For evermore, by their people Phil. Late August, 1998... Heeeere's Hunny! Peg is not, shall we say, a rocket scientist among cats. But as is the case with all "children" whose powers of logic and short term memory is not sustainable to the end of a sentence, she is actually blessed by this apparent "lacking". Being free, of what is one's usual concept, of intelligence, the transcendant intelligenge of her soul, instead, shines through. Her "airiness" is exactly what enables her to so freely, unlike you or I, become enraptured by the joys of every moment and each seemingly minute detail of her surroundings. As she first tastes her meal, she is happy. As she turns away, still munching that first morsel, she is happy. And when our people lady, places the bowl before her once more, just a step from where she began, she looks with joy upon the dish: "Oh, food! What a good idea!" and she is happy. It is a poignant series of tableaux, watching my sister Peg delighting over the same meal three or four times in a row. And since I follow just a step behind in this dance - should Peg decide she really doesn't want what is left and I can be of assistance - it may also appear quite amusing to an observer. However, I see nothing entertaining in that. If the truth be known, I am stunned by her acrobatics! I have never seen a cat of Peg's years perform such incredible summersaults! Whilst she occasionally chases her tail as I do mine, horizontally (without getting painfully stuck as I do), her preferred method of attack is vertically. And not just once, as many an inexperienced kitten would do - landing in amazement afterwards, wondering what had just transpired - oh, no, not my wonderous sister Pegapus! She rolls, with purpose, diagonally across the bed - a calico tumbleweed blowing through the bedclothes at high noon (or any other hour that takes her fancy). She is reality challenged, God bless her, and though I am her junior, by possibly five to seven years, I envy her joy and youthfulness. She is my playful Zen master, my "laughing" Buddah, my sister, Peg. Hunny Plumpkin, fp September 14, 1998... Neuf Vies If you have ever wondered why it's said cats have nine lives, I'll tell you what was told to me by one furry, winged and wise. You see, the angel kitties whisper to us Earth bound kitties fine, and my Uncle Max has told me all about the splendid nine. "The first one is our challenge" he purred to me one day. "It is the one where each furkid must find out what to 'say'!" "You see, they pick a people and forgive them many sins, then show how much they want to live and the journey then begins." "No matter what the outcome, a soul has touched a soul. No human heart remains the same! … and learning is the goal." I pondered what his words meant as this angel smiled at me. "Uncle Max, how many lives have you been here to see?" I heard a rumble in his chest and one glistening wing unfurled. As he wrapped it round me, gentle laughter could be heard. "The second time we find ourselves upon this wonderous Earth, our task is as it was before, to teach them of our worth." "The third and fourth and fifth and sixth are very much the same, except that they are slowly learning and we, now, know our name." "In the seventh life, those people have come to understand that our fates are intertwined and liftimes have been spanned." "They start to see the preciousness of every soul on Earth and they promise to be by our sides at our Death which is Rebirth." My little head was spinning but Uncle Max could read my mind. "Hunny, we all are, ever, learning, both Cat and Humankind." "What of the eighth and ninth?" I asked. "What more is left for us to learn?" His thoughts spoke from my very centre, "It is what we all and each shall earn!" A sweet scented breeze began to lift The sparkling feathers of his wings And as he faded from my sight, I understood why angels sing. by Hunny Plumpkin, feline poetess October, 1998... Hunny's Halloween Poetree ... Little Hunny Plumpkin sat beside a pumpkin scaring all the kiddies come to see. "I'll give you a treat" she purred but nobody heard as they all ran away in glee. "Mommy! Daddy!" they did cry! "You must come an' look! The kittycat has a broom and hat! An' is reading from a book!" "A spell ..." she purred "... for to find a way to change this pumpkin into something not as cute and round as Little Hunny Plumpkin!" December 1998..... Peg continues to amaze us! She sure knows what the Holidays are about - turkey, salmon, shrimps, chicken and oh, yes, Fancy Feast! Peg is sooo happy, as she eats, sleeps and then summersaults away the excess. I on the other paw, have pumped up, even more, the "plump" in Plumpkin. Our people lady has put me on .... (shudder) .... diet food! I resolve to complain bitterly! "Here comes Pegapus!" Here comes Pegapus, here comes Pegapus, right down Summersault Lane. She's so happy, oh so happy that Christmas is here again. Now she's rollin', rolly-pollin', a furball curled up tight! Hang your stockings and pet your cats, 'cause Pegapus rolls tonight! Here comes Pegapus, here comes Pegapus, right down Summersault Lane. She's full of giggles and silly wiggles and playing Christmas games. See the Calico Tumbleweed! Oh what a beautiful sight! For when the snow begins to blow Our Pegapus rolls all night! Hunny Plumpkin, fp December 31, 1998...... I hunted through the tender words Of poets great and small I haunted them in search of words That, to you, would deeply call I wanted them to speak to you And comfort you this night I'm sorry, sorry - dear, dear friend No words contain such might If you, perchance, can maybe see Beyond the pain, eternal tears, Love dances as it always has And will for endless years What was, will ever, always be Within your beating heart These words, be all there is, from me There's no meaning to "apart" P. M. Charlebois This poem has been written for and is dedicated to Diane and Jeff a wonderful and loving couple whose loss has touched us all. In honour and remembrance of Mr. Fluffy who crossed the Rainbow Bridge December 31, 1997 and Biffy who joined him December 31, 1998 April 1st, 1999..... I have been here almost ten months now. Who knew ten months ago that I would have a sister? Or love to be curled up in my people lady's lap so much? Why I even found myself purring on her pillow the other night! My insides must be turning as soft as my outsides! But alas, a sad aniversary approaches for our people lady, Pat and I can't help it; I've become willingly sensitive to her feelings. She is a little down, but it is tempered by a sign from an angel ... Lost Light Undone "Oh, Max, I miss you so!" she sighed And then she bowed her head and cried I didn't really know quite why I only knew that "Max" had died. But he was here when I arrived I saw his smile, soft green-eyed His shimmering wings to fly His heart filled with warmth and pride She lit a candle that first Sunday In the window its flame did sway The music at his death she played Again, and in whispers prayed As the last note the air arrayed The candle flame fast flew away To my dear lady's great dismay But miracles are true I say! In the first inst' of silence's reign From completely gone returned the flame! With strength that washed away her pain That he lives on; the sign was plain He comforted me for weeks to come Sent other signs to his special one Guided me in my newfound home And sent another to cease to roam We three are now a blessed sum A year since then is almost done She whispers still "Where is my sun?" But then remembers lost light undone Hunny Plumpkin, fp August 21, 1999.... Oh, it has been a while since last we shared my outlook on the world, hasn't it? Well, my secretary, our people lady, Pat, has been busy writing a book of her own. Well, busy getting stuck after several pages, with no time to spare a thought for my work! I finally rebelled and insisted she get past her writer's block by tuning into my need for literary expression once again! So I began by breaking the ice as it were with this appropriate truism. Naught Else Sometimes the poetry just doesn't come It waits all forlorn, unformed, undone It hides in the mind, incomplete Awaiting its shape, its name and its seat. If ever it finds its way to the world Its syllables released, set free, unfurled It takes its place on a throne set apart Deep in the beat of a single heart. There, it can thrive and bring to the fore All of the sorrows and joys at its core In igniting the heart, it rekindles the soul Surely naught else is poetry's goal. September 5, 1999 My, my, my! It has been my misfortune to witness some people getting the wrong end of some very sharp sticks lately! And they say cat fights are vicious! Ha! Peoples certainly do get downright hissy at times. Being a dignified (and wise for my tender years) feline, I happen to know that a misunderstanding is an opportunity to learn what is truly important. Indeed, it is often the doorway to understanding what many, both Human and Cat kind, can do together to create a better world! However, one has to recognize one's own foolishness and folly … and then get over it! The Kitties Had a Rumble! Oh, the kitties had a Rumble to find out which was Best The tuxies showed up formal for this Very Big Contest The calicos tumbled in just as colourful as they could be While those slick black dude/dudettes were fearsome sights to see Yes, the white ones faced the torties and began to caterwaul The meezers then took up the cry striking fear in one and all The longhairs huffed and hissed and puffed up to twice they're size While another tussle started over the colour of each one's eyes There were tabbies in the corner taking swipes at all who passed And the polydactyls were punching lights out oh so deftly fast When a tiny little kitten wandered in and gave a tiny little mew: "I'm cold an' hungry. Please help me. I'm so lonely too" The battle ground grew silent as every kitty stopped and stared Their hearts melted into purrs with the love that they all shared Sometimes it is the quietest voice, when we're being so absurd That only listening with one's heart, is the only one that's heard It was decided then that "Best" was to be considered "unheard of" Unless, one counts as "Best of All", the ones who bring us Love. September 23, 1999 Our people lady Pat got a Cat called Lady! Whoa! We thought she was teasing us when she said we were getting another sister, but tonight another people lady brought this BIG, long-furred kitty in to our home and left her behind when she left! Our lady says that she's "Lady"! This is so confusing! I've been trying to show her, from across the room of course, that I'm not afraid of her. Lady, the cat one, is quite fascinating to observe. She is very big, with a fluffy tail and legs like tree trunks. Her fur has been shaved over her body and her feet, despite having no front claws, are simply massive! In fact, she has extra toes, what's left of them, poor kitty. As with Peg, someone else other than our lady had that done to her. She is certainly beautiful with the biggest round eyes and white mustache. Indeed, when she isn't hissing, she looks permanently surprised! Now Peg, who isn't as experienced about these things as I am, is really hissed! She's made a great deal of noise but Lady, the cat one, has been giving as good as she gets! I've been keeping my distance, to help her feel at ease, naturally. Lady is five years old and needs to be adopted but our people lady thinks we may be the ones to adopt her since she's going to live with us for as long as that may take. She misses her original lady and she doesn't like us at all. Our lady likes her ... but will this Lady, the cat one, be as nice to us as our people lady, the Pat one? This is so confusing! September 26, 1999 Well, uh, sure. Just come on in Yeah, just make yourself at home Why, yes, that is my dinner dish Ok, you can use it as your own Uh-huh, that is where I like to sleep Of course. Just help yourself I'm going now to hide, ah, um, I mean, sleep upon this shelf … Hunny Plumpkin, fp Copyright © 1999 Hunny Poetree is my view of the world and like anyone’s world, it changes constantly. I hope to make you both smile and cry. Fear not. Hunny Poetree is from the heart. - Hunny Plumpkin, fp. Copyright 1998,1999 - All rights reserved P. M. Charlebois E-mail the Feline Poetess! Note: This e-mail address is temporarily unavailable. Hunny Plumpkin would like you to know that she and her sisters Pegapus, Lady, and Kaboo are purrfectly well. Their people lady, Pat, hopes to bring more of Hunny's musings and poetry to readers in the near future.
Kitties go barefoot and likes it that way. Some d*ggies wear booties on an icy cold day. Horseys are shod at the blacksmithy's shop, with big metal shoes. Clippety-clop! Peoples wear leather (Oh! Not nice! Not even if they were made out of mice!) But kitties go barefoot and wiggles their toes. So in case that you didn't, now you all knows! by Hunny Plumpkin, feline poetess and toe wiggler.
This ol' box has quite a sag;It's tilted to one side.The contents are quite lumpyand the lid does tend to slide.
But uncle Max broke it in for me;Oh, he was a big ol' boy!And now, for lounging blissfully,it is my utter joy!
My people lady thinks I'll falland slip undignifiedright off the top & to the floorand bruise my pretty hide.
But I've got velcro on my pawsand am tenacious as a catwho's chosen where it wants to beand that's where I'll stay at! by Hunny Plumpkin, fp.
I'm a little catand a wee bit fatbut please don't think me lazy,though I'm not aboutto leave a crumbat my frequent "feeding frenzy."
I spent so long,singing song, for supper at some door.I just can't seemto understandthat you will give me more.
So you can seethat "Let it be.There's more where that came from"just doesn't meana whole great lotwhen my dinner's done!
Perhaps next yearI will not fear.Maybe tomorrow day,I'll leave a bitupon my plateand go and have a play.
But as for now,this will be howI'm munching every morsel;Crying loudlyfor some more,prepared to eat a horseful!
by Hunny Plumpkin
Oooooh I am not happy!What's this? Again?The board is down, I wear a frown.Will it be back? And When?
My people lady types away,My outlook on the world,And then it's gone, in not too long,Into the void it's hurled!
Well, really! So I am a cat,who writes poetree each day!If it's that bad, well, don't get mad!You only have to say!!!
by Hunny ("sheesh!") Plumpkin, fp
Alas, my idyllic world would be changed, forever! My people lady, my Uncle Max whispered to me one day, was so great of heart, that she would scale great mountains (or at least highrise balconies and roofs!) to save a cat if she could. And so dear readers, she did! Well, he said she would, and that my new older sister was his furangel gift to us both. Have you ever tried to argue with a Cheshire Cat?
First she spends a weekendOut the day and nightPopping in to feed meMumblin' 'bout some "plight"
Then she's on the doorstepAnd with her she's got "HER"This other one, this OTHER ONE!Another ball of fur!
Well, I am just beside myselfI don't know what to doTo think she's going to love us both!Me and you-know-who!
Now why does SHE get this food?And why does SHE sleep there?And why, when SHE cries outDoes my people lady care?
I suppose I'm very luckyTo have this new big sisBut why, when I take just a peekDoes SHE have to hiss?
I'm just a furkid afterallSo, I'll retract my clawsSigh, I guess the days are overWhen I could set The Laws
byHunny Plumpkin, feline poetress
Meow Meow Meow MeowI was on the roofMeow Meow Meow Meowthough to look, there is no proofMeow Meow Meow MeowI am a happy catMeow Meow Meow Meowsince I was saved by PatMrrrowrrrr Phhttt! Purrrrrrrrrrrr...
Pegapus
Peek-a-Boo
It is time to be serious. I have fallen in love with both my sister Peg and my people lady, Pat, just as my Uncle Max predicted. He also reminded me that Hunny Poetree is from the heart. My people lady’s heart was greatly grieved recently. A dear friend of hers died tragically. A friend who loved nature and all of God’s creations, who thought the world of his friends. For her, for Phil, from the heart.
My eyes have seen a lot of things no little one should see,But rescued young has somewhat undoneThe bad things done to me.
I hope that my adopted sis has overcome her fall,That in the future she won’t bearOne harmed hair at all.
But how can I imagine this, what my people lady feels,No amount of purrs and kiss,Or promises, it heals.
A people that my lady knew, saw more than all our shareAnd it took her people friendTo end what he could not bear.
May all the little furry ones who struggled in the pastWho never did find their homeBe not alone, at last.
May all those sweet sad souls who climbed the final hillBe loved and love, cared for,For evermore, by their people Phil.
Heeeere's Hunny!
Peg is not, shall we say, a rocket scientist among cats. But as is the case with all "children" whose powers of logic and short term memory is not sustainable to the end of a sentence, she is actually blessed by this apparent "lacking". Being free, of what is one's usual concept, of intelligence, the transcendant intelligenge of her soul, instead, shines through. Her "airiness" is exactly what enables her to so freely, unlike you or I, become enraptured by the joys of every moment and each seemingly minute detail of her surroundings. As she first tastes her meal, she is happy. As she turns away, still munching that first morsel, she is happy. And when our people lady, places the bowl before her once more, just a step from where she began, she looks with joy upon the dish: "Oh, food! What a good idea!" and she is happy. It is a poignant series of tableaux, watching my sister Peg delighting over the same meal three or four times in a row. And since I follow just a step behind in this dance - should Peg decide she really doesn't want what is left and I can be of assistance - it may also appear quite amusing to an observer.
However, I see nothing entertaining in that. If the truth be known, I am stunned by her acrobatics! I have never seen a cat of Peg's years perform such incredible summersaults! Whilst she occasionally chases her tail as I do mine, horizontally (without getting painfully stuck as I do), her preferred method of attack is vertically. And not just once, as many an inexperienced kitten would do - landing in amazement afterwards, wondering what had just transpired - oh, no, not my wonderous sister Pegapus! She rolls, with purpose, diagonally across the bed - a calico tumbleweed blowing through the bedclothes at high noon (or any other hour that takes her fancy). She is reality challenged, God bless her, and though I am her junior, by possibly five to seven years, I envy her joy and youthfulness. She is my playful Zen master, my "laughing" Buddah, my sister, Peg.
If you have ever wondered why it's said cats have nine lives, I'll tell you what was told to me by one furry, winged and wise.
You see, the angel kitties whisper to us Earth bound kitties fine, and my Uncle Max has told me all about the splendid nine.
"The first one is our challenge" he purred to me one day. "It is the one where each furkid must find out what to 'say'!"
"You see, they pick a people and forgive them many sins, then show how much they want to live and the journey then begins."
"No matter what the outcome, a soul has touched a soul. No human heart remains the same! … and learning is the goal."
I pondered what his words meant as this angel smiled at me. "Uncle Max, how many lives have you been here to see?"
I heard a rumble in his chest and one glistening wing unfurled. As he wrapped it round me, gentle laughter could be heard.
"The second time we find ourselves upon this wonderous Earth, our task is as it was before, to teach them of our worth."
"The third and fourth and fifth and sixth are very much the same, except that they are slowly learning and we, now, know our name."
"In the seventh life, those people have come to understand that our fates are intertwined and liftimes have been spanned."
"They start to see the preciousness of every soul on Earth and they promise to be by our sides at our Death which is Rebirth."
My little head was spinning but Uncle Max could read my mind. "Hunny, we all are, ever, learning, both Cat and Humankind."
"What of the eighth and ninth?" I asked. "What more is left for us to learn?" His thoughts spoke from my very centre, "It is what we all and each shall earn!"
A sweet scented breeze began to lift The sparkling feathers of his wings And as he faded from my sight, I understood why angels sing.
by Hunny Plumpkin, feline poetess
Little Hunny Plumpkin sat beside a pumpkin scaring all the kiddies come to see. "I'll give you a treat" she purred but nobody heard as they all ran away in glee.
"Mommy! Daddy!" they did cry! "You must come an' look! The kittycat has a broom and hat! An' is reading from a book!"
"A spell ..." she purred "... for to find a way to change this pumpkin into something not as cute and round as Little Hunny Plumpkin!"
Peg continues to amaze us! She sure knows what the Holidays are about - turkey, salmon, shrimps, chicken and oh, yes, Fancy Feast! Peg is sooo happy, as she eats, sleeps and then summersaults away the excess. I on the other paw, have pumped up, even more, the "plump" in Plumpkin. Our people lady has put me on .... (shudder) .... diet food! I resolve to complain bitterly!
Here comes Pegapus, here comes Pegapus, right down Summersault Lane. She's so happy, oh so happy that Christmas is here again. Now she's rollin', rolly-pollin', a furball curled up tight! Hang your stockings and pet your cats, 'cause Pegapus rolls tonight!
Here comes Pegapus, here comes Pegapus, right down Summersault Lane. She's full of giggles and silly wiggles and playing Christmas games. See the Calico Tumbleweed! Oh what a beautiful sight! For when the snow begins to blow Our Pegapus rolls all night!
Hunny Plumpkin, fp
P. M. Charlebois
This poem has been written for and is dedicated to Diane and Jeff a wonderful and loving couple whose loss has touched us all. In honour and remembrance of Mr. Fluffy who crossed the Rainbow Bridge December 31, 1997 and Biffy who joined him December 31, 1998
I have been here almost ten months now. Who knew ten months ago that I would have a sister? Or love to be curled up in my people lady's lap so much? Why I even found myself purring on her pillow the other night! My insides must be turning as soft as my outsides! But alas, a sad aniversary approaches for our people lady, Pat and I can't help it; I've become willingly sensitive to her feelings. She is a little down, but it is tempered by a sign from an angel ...
"Oh, Max, I miss you so!" she sighed And then she bowed her head and cried I didn't really know quite why I only knew that "Max" had died.
But he was here when I arrived I saw his smile, soft green-eyed His shimmering wings to fly His heart filled with warmth and pride
She lit a candle that first Sunday In the window its flame did sway The music at his death she played Again, and in whispers prayed
As the last note the air arrayed The candle flame fast flew away To my dear lady's great dismay But miracles are true I say!
In the first inst' of silence's reign From completely gone returned the flame! With strength that washed away her pain That he lives on; the sign was plain
He comforted me for weeks to come Sent other signs to his special one Guided me in my newfound home And sent another to cease to roam
We three are now a blessed sum A year since then is almost done She whispers still "Where is my sun?" But then remembers lost light undone
Oh, it has been a while since last we shared my outlook on the world, hasn't it? Well, my secretary, our people lady, Pat, has been busy writing a book of her own. Well, busy getting stuck after several pages, with no time to spare a thought for my work! I finally rebelled and insisted she get past her writer's block by tuning into my need for literary expression once again! So I began by breaking the ice as it were with this appropriate truism.
Sometimes the poetry just doesn't come It waits all forlorn, unformed, undone It hides in the mind, incomplete Awaiting its shape, its name and its seat.
If ever it finds its way to the world Its syllables released, set free, unfurled It takes its place on a throne set apart Deep in the beat of a single heart.
There, it can thrive and bring to the fore All of the sorrows and joys at its core In igniting the heart, it rekindles the soul Surely naught else is poetry's goal.
My, my, my! It has been my misfortune to witness some people getting the wrong end of some very sharp sticks lately! And they say cat fights are vicious! Ha! Peoples certainly do get downright hissy at times. Being a dignified (and wise for my tender years) feline, I happen to know that a misunderstanding is an opportunity to learn what is truly important. Indeed, it is often the doorway to understanding what many, both Human and Cat kind, can do together to create a better world! However, one has to recognize one's own foolishness and folly … and then get over it!
Oh, the kitties had a Rumble to find out which was Best The tuxies showed up formal for this Very Big Contest The calicos tumbled in just as colourful as they could be While those slick black dude/dudettes were fearsome sights to see
Yes, the white ones faced the torties and began to caterwaul The meezers then took up the cry striking fear in one and all The longhairs huffed and hissed and puffed up to twice they're size While another tussle started over the colour of each one's eyes
There were tabbies in the corner taking swipes at all who passed And the polydactyls were punching lights out oh so deftly fast When a tiny little kitten wandered in and gave a tiny little mew: "I'm cold an' hungry. Please help me. I'm so lonely too"
The battle ground grew silent as every kitty stopped and stared Their hearts melted into purrs with the love that they all shared Sometimes it is the quietest voice, when we're being so absurd That only listening with one's heart, is the only one that's heard
It was decided then that "Best" was to be considered "unheard of" Unless, one counts as "Best of All", the ones who bring us Love.
Our people lady Pat got a Cat called Lady! Whoa! We thought she was teasing us when she said we were getting another sister, but tonight another people lady brought this BIG, long-furred kitty in to our home and left her behind when she left! Our lady says that she's "Lady"! This is so confusing!
I've been trying to show her, from across the room of course, that I'm not afraid of her. Lady, the cat one, is quite fascinating to observe. She is very big, with a fluffy tail and legs like tree trunks. Her fur has been shaved over her body and her feet, despite having no front claws, are simply massive! In fact, she has extra toes, what's left of them, poor kitty. As with Peg, someone else other than our lady had that done to her. She is certainly beautiful with the biggest round eyes and white mustache. Indeed, when she isn't hissing, she looks permanently surprised!
Now Peg, who isn't as experienced about these things as I am, is really hissed! She's made a great deal of noise but Lady, the cat one, has been giving as good as she gets! I've been keeping my distance, to help her feel at ease, naturally. Lady is five years old and needs to be adopted but our people lady thinks we may be the ones to adopt her since she's going to live with us for as long as that may take. She misses her original lady and she doesn't like us at all. Our lady likes her ... but will this Lady, the cat one, be as nice to us as our people lady, the Pat one? This is so confusing!
September 26, 1999
Well, uh, sure. Just come on in Yeah, just make yourself at home Why, yes, that is my dinner dish Ok, you can use it as your own Uh-huh, that is where I like to sleep Of course. Just help yourself I'm going now to hide, ah, um, I mean, sleep upon this shelf
… Hunny Plumpkin, fp
Copyright © 1999
- Hunny Plumpkin, fp.
Copyright 1998,1999 - All rights reserved P. M. Charlebois
Note: This e-mail address is temporarily unavailable. Hunny Plumpkin would like you to know that she and her sisters Pegapus, Lady, and Kaboo are purrfectly well. Their people lady, Pat, hopes to bring more of Hunny's musings and poetry to readers in the near future.
