NaPoWriMo: Poem #7, Clover and My Petunia Plant

I was eating my third,
Serving of bean curd.
When a merry tune was heard.
Of a little hummingbird.

I peeked through the curtain.
And saw her in my garden.
Where there was a pot of Petunias.
And also some Begonias.

She perched on a flower,
Which was white with streaks of purple.
There she sang even louder,
Awaking my cat, Clover.

Clover begin to chase,
The little bird in a haste.
Despite my cries of “STOP!”
Clover ran into the pot.

She tumbled as she pounced,
And hit my pot with a bounce.
“My Petunias!” I cried,
As Clover crouched down terrified.

Clover and my Petunias.
Clover and my Petunias.

I don’t actually have a cat named Clover. In the photo above is Apricot, the elder brother of the three cute kittens in my previous poem, My Cute Prixs. Apricot is a very nice and witty cat. Clover however is inspired by Apricot the fact that when he realise that he had done something wrong, it will crouch down– ready to be scolded.

NaPoWriMo: Poem #2, My Cute Prixs

Here are the new Prixs,

There’s one, two and three.

Asleep by their mummy,

Her name is Primi.

A happy family <3
A happy family ❤

This is Mat Ghani,

Eldest of the Prix.

Indeed he’s happy,

Feeling so jumpy!

Mat Kool Ghani feeling jumpy!
Mat Kool Ghani feeling jumpy!

Here comes little Dates,

Popping from the gates.

To a land so great,

Where the fun awaits.

Dear Dates from the gates.
Dear Dates from the gates.

Lastly is Football,

Or Gotcha Football.

Sitting by the wall,

Waiting for a ball.

Gotcha Football by the wall.
Gotcha Football by the wall.

And such cute kittens they are!