My Cat Olive

My fluffy feather light feline friend

Whose tail is pointed at the end

You love to sit and warm my knee

Your tummy rumbling so with glee

Your face is peaceful, whiskers still

Your paws tucked in against the chill

You sleep so soundly through the noise

As children play and bang their toys

You always see me sitting their

As soon as my weight hits the chair

You grab your chance, you run you hop

Up you fly and down you plop.

Castle

There’s a crumbling old stone castle

On a hilltop up the way

Where the grass grows long

In windswept tufts

Of gold and green and grey

Sometimes when we pass by there

I hear that wind rush by

It howls through the broken turrets

Lifting dust into the sky

I try to cast my mind back

To how it must have been

Sleeping in that proud behemoth

Underneath a great oak beam

We’d build a roaring fire

In the hearth to warm our feet

Wear gowns and robes and blankets

We’d drink tea to feel the heat

Perhaps a woolen bed cap

Might help me to drift away

Keeping me so snug until 

My dreams were underway.

I dearly love the imposing view

Of that castle on the hill

It seems to have always been there

And I hope it always will