Kitty has claws…

Is that a surprise?

I tell you because–

word to the wise?

Underneath Kitty’s

fluffy disguise,

are razor-sharp tips

on lightning-quick paws.

Yes, Kitty

—though pretty—

and sweet in her sway,

should be sidestepped

because

Kitty don’t play.

Guppy’s no better.

A regular eel.

Likely to leap

from his bowl

without reel,

targeting eyes and

other soft places,

scarring with wheals

and other Fish traces,

his own Fishy deal, I–

–tell you, he chases

you round, till he keels

from these waterless races–

–Guppy’s no better.

He puts you

through paces.

No better–

than Kitty,

as mentioned before,

the better,

–the less–

for attention,

not more,

and don’t get me

started on Puppy’s

dementia–

that mutt’s

just a nut,

a treat-seeking

glut–

worse still

than Guppy

–and Kitty–

combined,

whose talons,

(while hidden)

bear keeping in mind.

©K Robiscoe

A lil birdie told me to think it over

–or maybe it was an eagle–

and I have thought it over

…

I’ll likely Mull·igan—

fore-

-sooth

(e)

I jumped into

the abyss,

and from

the Pit,

sought the start of a moor–
 

–scrabblin’ through scree, and

leaving lanes

of misrouted memory to

trip up its road

–a longing unwinding—

in a curious hurry

for thinner air.

©Karen Robiscoe

a scribbler of literature,

& liberal with ligatures,

I twittered my bad noose…

with characters so limited

subliminally

(inhibited)

a progress that is

p r i m i t i v e,

i mashed the o‘s with the u‘s…

indebted then

admittedly

to messages transmitted–

–key

sentiments

were missing, see,

truncated

& confused…

addendums

made belatedly,

to badly

conjugated

tweets,

were slated

for a time release,

but failed to make debut…

now stuck

with graphemes

crushed & cramped,

i wonder if my

rush to rant,

was optimum in

aftermath,

or if my use

of hashtags

–scant—

kiboshed

peer review…

to sum it up

I caution those,

incapable of

shortened quotes,

to choose a network

better fo’

avowals lone & loose.

 ©Karen Robiscoe