THIMBLE SHOES by Freeda Baker Nichols

A little cat came down the street
with thimble shoes on her small feet.
She wobbled left and wobbled right;
she really was a funny sight.
When Moo Cow said her howdy-do’s,
she asked about the fancy shoes.
The little cat’s green eyes blinked hard.
“I found them in my master’s yard.
When you get big, you, too, can wear
some shoes like these, I do declare!”

© 2013 Freeda Baker Nichols

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Kippy, the Squirrel and Cougar, the Kitten

I'm Kippy the Squirrel.  I think I'll go for a walk.

I’m Kippy the Squirrel. I think I’ll go for a walk.

Oops! There's Cougar the cat! I think I will run!

Oops! There’s Cougar the cat! I think I will run!

Hurry, Tree!  Come closer to me! Cougar's too near, I fear.

Hurry, Tree! Come closer to me! Cougar’s too near, I fear.

I made it up the hickory tree. Safe as I can be.

I made it up the hickory tree. Safe as I can be.

What do I do now?

What do I do now?

Cougar stopped below.  I don't know why.

Cougar stopped below. I don’t know why.

I know what I'll do.  I will wait right here. There's only one way down from the tree.

I know what I’ll do. I will wait right here. There’s only one way down from the tree.

Cougar and Friend — Day Seven NaPoWriMo

Twister the cat 029Cougar, my little cat has eyes of green.
His fur is black and shiny as a star.

Cougar, the Kitten
He naps a lot on days when cold rains fall.
He is the cutest cat I’ve ever seen.
He hunts deep in the woods and wanders far.
He runs to me each time he hears my call.

He plays and wrestles with his sibling, Cal.
Cougar eats food as though it’s caviar.
He likes to sleep on tattered, woolen shawl.
Twister, the yellow cat is now his pal–
best friend of all.

Copyright 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

Cougar–He’s a Cat

Cougar, the Cat

His name is Cougar, he’s a cat.
His eyes are green and very bright.
His fur is black as any hat
and shiny as a star at night.
He purrs just like a motor car
and ventures out but not too far.

c Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

(Note: This poem is in the Sestet form)