The Real Fluffy Cats

So I posted a photo of magnolia flowers, after confusing it with the pussy willow. No more mixups! No more hesitation! I present the real pussy willow aka the fluffy cat tree. Or the fluffy bunny tree. Or the fluffy sheep tree. Just follow this formula and you can’t go wrong: (fluffy) + (name of your animal of choice).

Anyway, here’s the real fluffy cats ballad for you:

I said I was wrong,
This won’t be a song,
I won’t hit the gong,
Just please go along,
This isn’t ping-pong,
No need to be strong.

Just look at the view,
Forget the corkscrew,
Ignore the meat stew,
A cow that said moo,
A suitcase from Baku,
That very sexy canoe,
Hang on to your cashew.

I want to see it all,
No matter how small,
Hidden behind a wall,
Covered with a shawl,
Protected by protocol.

I want to see it all,
To see beyond the drywall,
To play a game of baseball,
To launch a cannonball,
To watch the rain fall.

What about fluffy cats?
They’re all swinging bats,
As I lay out the doormats,
For them like aristocrats.

The view is so divine,
I feel I’m at a shrine,
Tracing my bloodline,
Boarding an airline,
Passing the goal line,
Drinking moonshine,
Eating a clementine,
Petting a porcupine,
Ouch, some iodine!

Audio version:


Author: ivan

I enjoy taking snapshots of nature, wildlife, scenic views or other things I find along the way. I enjoy taking bird photos the most. This is a blog with my photos and commentary. You may also find funky recipes, sketchy poems, random quotes or something off topic.

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