I’m a poet and don’t know it but my paws show it–they’re Longfellows…haha.
Maybe that should read arse poetica?
Well, tonight, I am feeling a bit poetical and inclined to put something deep and lasting in my blog, something from within the vast realms of creativity that lurk beneath all our surfaces, whatever that means. Somehow, this poem says it all. I think it speaks for all of us animals and our animae.
Luv the poem, Loulou! I don’t think the chickens will get it, though, ’cause I think they’re slow on the uptake. Tee hee hee.
HEY, that poem was written by a chicken! I think.
The musings of these chickens inspired me to write a poem of my own on the subject; a haiku:
cat ponders chicken
deep free verse clucking baffles
fickle food for thought
AH, now that is inspirational. And DEEP. So glad we could inspire, and your veterinary services look wonderful. We’re in France or we might use them!
Thank you for the kind reply. We love coming to work every day. It’s great to have a way to communicate from such a long distance. Have a great day.
You are very welcome.
Now that’s deep. 😉
Hah, I knew SOMEONE would understand completely. It’s good to know there some true intellectual kitties in the world.
LOLLOL!!! That chicken ars VERY poétique!! I can see you laughing and snickering « my arse, Mya ». Maybe you and I should write a book? We are so cool. Uh, mama givin me The Look……….
Uh, oh, when that look happens, RUN! How about this: Run, run, it’s no fun to have that look, looks like she wants to throw a book! All said to rapper rythym.
Well, we could do a rap act? You can sing and do the lyrics. Uh, just realized I have no talent – I’ll be in charge of soul food!!!
MYA, you are the most talented doggy I know!!! You can shimmy like my sistah Kate and you can smile and you can SIT and you can EAT and you can fetch and shake, shake, shake your prey.
so the chicken really didn’t want to cross the road, he just didn’t realize the other side doesn’t really exist. We’re not too sure what we just said, but it’s been a long day so we’ll just stay on this side of the road so we don’t get hit by a car. Wow, we just read what we wrote and we’d better hit the henhouse for a snooze. Night, Loulou.
I think you all grasped the deep meaning completely. Brilliant!
Do you know what happens when the chickens riot and take over the farm ? A Chicken Coup !
And when they go on a date, they go in a chicken coupe.
Oh, we are getting really tricky, Mary, and so FUNNY. A chicken coup, indeed! We are laughing at breakfast.