Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy’s Agenda

Lucy

“Hey, Bailey. You hear anything?”

“Like what?”

“Listen upstairs. Something’s clomping around.”

Bailey

“I don’t hear anything? Hey, Pops you hear anything upstairs?”

“I can’t hear anything from here. I’ll go check.”

“Thanks, pops.”

Stella

“Excuse me, Stella.”

“Hold on, John. I’m just finishing breakfast.”

Stella

“Okay. What can I do for you?”

“Lucy said there was something clomping around up here.”

“I have to say I did walk from the office to my water.”

Stella

“John, you are letting those two get away with murder.”

“How so?”

“Ever hear of Carl Sandburg?”

“Of course.”

“His poem “Fog” used the metaphor, “Little cat feet,” to describe how silently the fog moved in.”

“I get it. See you later, Stella.”

“Bye John.”

Lucy and Bailey

“Okay, you two. Um I mean, okay, Bailey. There was no clomping around.”

“Well, we were trying to catch a nap and Lucy heard something.”

“Meaning Stella.”

“Lucy’s agenda not mine. I only reported what Lucy said.”

“Did you ever hear of Carl Sandb— Oh, never mind. Take a nap.”

Lucy and Bailey

“As you can see Lucy follows your direction to the letter. Wait, what is that noise?”

 

65 thoughts on “Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy’s Agenda”

  1. So funny! That is the first poem I remember reading in school (3rd grade) and thinking, “Wow, a poem is cool!” I’d read poetry before at home, but this time it was that light bulb going off. BUT two of my cats are noisy when they “land.” A big UMPH.

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    1. There is not a lot of tension around these posts. I enjoy being able to relax. Sometimes the photos are a challenge. Lucy has taken to turning away when the camera is out. Thank you, Jan.

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  2. Love that Sandburg quote and its clever juxtaposition between your pets. A comic book writer I used to enjoy wrote: my kitten walks on velvet feet / and makes no sound at all, / and in the doorway, nightly sits, / to watch the darkness fall. / I think he loves the lady, night, / and feels akin to her / whose footsteps are as still as his; whose touch, as soft as fur.

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