Hi Ku Cat

[butters]

harry's box is filled again
with messages ripe and musings

 

[HarryHill]

harry's box is filled again
with messages ripe and musings

damn it

 

[HarryHill]

harry's box is filled again
with messages ripe and musings

..
put away the ink and paper
canes the game where you'll need an edge
smoothed by sharp instruments
where are the chisels and files

I dunno, but I have a general idea
scribed theory's and sketches
no way to describe
the last
lock
stop

Pop
back to the
cane selected for
sharp manipulation
would it be better to work with the green
or
not?
.

 

[butters]

my love
so sorry for your loss
the old white bear
came home for good

 

[HarryHill]

harry's box is filled again
with messages ripe and musings

.. even as we speak
but first I'm here to say,
I've got a taste for butter,
bum, da, bum, da bum, Oh!
let's churn a pound or two, yeah
mold it into fancy gold bricks,
melt it all over you
Oh!
spread the butter baby
until I'm toast
..
It's darker outside tonight
the lighting bugs especially bright,
a frog coughs from the pond below,
dragon fly
horse on the bank silhouetted in sodium glare,
and quiet when I call out to the night,
where's Max?

Gone up the hill, further than I can climb.
to seasons that turn on his own design,
a shady tree in the summertime
the cold relief of winter
and even as I grieve for me
I think,
poor Catfriend. :tears:

 

[butters]

{hugs}

 

[HarryHill]

{hugs}

and head to head we'll mourn
for these days wait
celebrate
then

 

[butters]

because his box is filled xx

rest now, mum
and should there be a life beyond the veil
i am sure to see you smile again
lost in a book
surrounded by yellow roses
as you sip tea from a bone china cup




harry's seen some hill walking of his own
but tonight
tonight i crawl beneath cool sheets
wait for him to slip in beside me
all long limbs and warmth
come cradled in his arms
head pillowed on his chest
drift
to steady, distant drums
tears silver as rain
twice as gentle


night night, my love

 

[HarryHill]

rest now, mum
and should there be a life beyond the veil
i am sure to see you smile again
lost in a book
surrounded by yellow roses
as you sip tea from a bone china cup




harry's seen some hill walking of his own
but tonight
tonight i crawl beneath cool sheets
wait for him to slip in beside me
all long limbs and warmth
come cradled in his arms
head pillowed on his chest
drift
to steady, distant drums
tears silver as rain
twice as gentle


night night, my love

..
Vanilla tide and circumstance
washed me off the hill,
set sail for those ice cream shoals
returned to a harbor filled with
crystal tears and the wrack of your day
sleep in my arms love

 

[HarryHill]

A Man's Scope

Far have I seen the countryside,
deep into infinities' shadows
where many a gleam is seen
on the distant cerebral horizon
gone past the primary landscape in every shade and hue
and there my Love found you

Too

Reach within the mechanics of that gleam
let the elements take seed
hide the Miracle Grow from Harry
wild growth, choked rows
post now to save
and then

Three

times I touched a metaphor
once common as scattered stones
...

 

[butters]

 

[HarryHill]

There's a bird's nest in the satellite dish
where dwells a wrenny mum
sits n knits booties for the young ones
snug under feathered bum
in her six foot high, Wi-Fi,
palace in the sky

 

[butters]

love it!

 

[HarryHill]

Poor Ku
back to the grind once more
that twisty tails a'dragging
instead of waving in the air
I wonder if I shed all of my clothes
did my best sexy dance
naked 'round the bed
if she'd come out of the covers
where she's buried to the nose

 

[butters]

Poor Ku
back to the grind once more
that twisty tails a'dragging
instead of waving in the air
I wonder if I shed all of my clothes
did my best sexy dance
naked 'round the bed
if she'd come out of the covers
where she's buried to the nose

sleep's a cat's best friend when her purrfect partner's busy
and now she's smiling behind whiskers
picturing his dance
reaches out a paw to pat his butt
yawns, curl of pink tongue
tucks back under the covers
dreams of dancing horizontally
twisting tails

 

[HarryHill]

Eagles fly at days end,
cross the sky in lazy strokes,
swiftly, silently,
leaving me awestruck
by their power
..

 

[butters]

Eagles fly at days end,
cross the sky in lazy strokes,
swiftly, silently,
leaving me awestruck
by their power
..

the images
make my heart leap
my soul stilled in wonder

 

[butters]

got an itch

spring into summer
sap's risen
air's full of nature's sploodge

 

[HarryHill]

the images
make my heart leap
my soul stilled in wonder

..
Only got to see the pair for maybe 6 seconds before they passed the tree line and were lost to sight leaving the minds eye to replay the image

spring into summer
sap's risen
air's full of nature's sploodge

figs are ripening
ate 2 yesterday
picked 7 today
6 left
and a happy mouth

 

[HarryHill]

three yellows for Wales already???

 

[Remec]

three yellows for Wales already???

Can never be too cautious when dealing with the Belge...

 

[HarryHill]

Can never be too cautious when dealing with the Belge...

good to see you Rem, ca va?

 

[Remec]

good to see you Rem, ca va?

*pausing to consider then shrugging*

Oui, ça va.

 

[butters]

*pausing to consider then shrugging*

Oui, ça va.

heh, reminded me of this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pbvq-kZMWIA

 

[HarryHill]

I'm cooking tonight, wish me luck