Sunday Muse - The Cat

 

        The Kitten Dreams

(Dad) Don't worry dear, your kitty is dreaming 

(Child)  What's he dreaming of? 

He's dreaming of a song his mommy taught him 

Oh, that's nice, do I know that song?

No I don't think so, it's not a children's song.  My daddy taught it to me when I was a teen  

Well surely it has a name, children might know that? 

Not from your parents will you learn that 

Well, I can't make him wake up, please call me when he wakes up

That's a deal, let's let him sleep here on the couch.  I think he will dream some more and sleep better there  

Yes, this much better, I'll go play now, remember to call me when he wakes up

Goodbye

(An Aside) "Now I've got that song on my mind, perhaps becoming an ear worm"

(Dad goes away, singing softly) 

"There stands the glass, it's my first drink today . . ."

(Fades away.  Curtain closes)

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 - Prose Piece Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo from Carrie Van Horn and/or Shay a.k.a. Fireblossom at The Sunday Muse # 174, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/08/the-sunday-muse-174.html?m=1 

 - Song, "There stands the Glass" by Web Pierce 

2:29

There stands the Glass Webb Pierce with Lyrics.

YouTube · Solid gold oldies (Googled link above)

Apr 4, 2017

 - There Stands the Glass -- Lyrics

There stands the glass that will ease all my pain
That will settle my brain, it's my first one today
There stands the glass that will hide all my fears
That will drown all my tears, brother, I'm on my way

I'm wondering where you are tonight
And I'm wondering if you are all right
I wonder if you think of me in my misery

There stands the glass, fill it up to the brim
Until my troubles grow dim, it's my first one today

I'm wondering where you are tonight
And I'm wondering if you are all right
I wonder if you think of me in my misery

There stands the glass, fill her up to the brim
Until my troubles grow dim, it's my first one today

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Mary Jean Shurtz / Russ Hull / A. Greisham

There Stands the Glass lyrics © Unichappell Music Inc., Jamie Music Publishing Co

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Weekly Scribblings - Tree of a different kind

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    The Zombie Tree 

Half living and half dead 

    a zombie tree find        

Gathers moss in the wet 

    it's greyed limbs are bare

Birds galore love to perch 

    avoid it for nests 

Except eagles and owls 

    they nest with views 

Dead looking limbs and bows 

    they are live within 

Devouring bugs and worms 

    invite birds to come  

Serve woodpeckers delight 

    be no quiet nights 

Circus for Nature's wilds 

    oft eerie for man 

Wolves and coyotes applaud 

    howling approval 

Owls proud, announce their find 

    no other dare come near 

Scary nights screech and howl 

    brave souls listening in  

Still nights not for this tree 

    meant to be with crowds 

The road is too narrow 

    more traffic would help 

What it really likes is 

    having its friends near 

Wolves and coyotes bugs and 

    worms.  It likes them all 

Zombie trees always dead 

    Biologically 

Their inner spirits live 

    until destruction 

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  - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved

 - I am linked with Rosemary at The Weekly Scribbling #83, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/08/weekly-scribblings-83-pay-attention.html 

 - Rosemary invited us to choose one object in nature, examine it closely, letting it inspire in us a sense of wonder, and then write our new poems or prose piece about it (prose to be 369 words maximum).

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Sunday Muse - Music

"Self-Portrait With Accordion"

by artist Guido Vedovato

    

            The Accordion Player 

Using my assets and talents best I can 

Hands and Feet--be my most useable features 

Large hands perfectly covering the octaves 

Fingers nimble large and long tickling the keys

These feet tapping to the beat they're keeping time 

Parts you cannot see, my lungs and vocal cords 

Voice seems made for yodeling and calling cows 

Songs I play and sing echo among the hills 

Mountain top to mountain top down to valleys 

Valleys below, crowds and the lone sheep herders  

I play my accordion au natural 

plainly and precise--Nature can understand 

I love Nature and her ways, she loves me too

Small fellow, Red Fox with white face, stays with me 

But Sundays I'm at church to play the organ 

Oh, I play for weddings too.  Could it be yours?  

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked to Shay, a.k.a. Fireblossom, for the picture with The Sunday Muse #173,  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/08/the-sunday-muse-173.html?m=1 

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