I’m a curtain hook thief
Though I’ll pretend I am not
Until caught all red handed
And in a tight spot!
Yet what is a cat
To do all day long
Bar create havoc and mischief
Take what doesn’t belong
Be it hooks or an item
And cause disarray
Under the guise of great fun
And all part of cat play!
I saw a sign at Sainsbury’s
Pointing to a new hotel
Abreast some stilts stuck in the ground
For somewhere safe to dwell
Where a million little windowpanes
In honey combed array
Said ‘welcome to our hotel
Please enjoy your stay.’
I thought I’ll do my shopping
Then book in there to rest
For a night of being spoilt
Would render me less stressed
So, with champagne in hand and chocolates
I headed to book in
Complete with my favourite book in tow
And can of rhubarb gin
But when I saw the front of house
I had a change of mind
For he was garbed in bright yellow
With black stripes around him lined!
And with a sting in tail, he said
“Buzz off! Get Lost! Farewell!
For you cannot stay here human!
This is a bee hotel”
If we assimilate opinion
From sources of similarity
Then opinions will be influenced
By the views these sources see.
But if we broaden our horizons
Or acknowledge our own dearth,
Then new perspectives on our opinions
Will subsequently be unearthed
And as such these new opinions
Whether they shift or stay the same,
May then recognise the bias
That exists in what we claim.
For a forged opinion may come out of
What we know or think we know.
But these notions in all fairness
May be flawed or need to grow!
And thus whilst knowledge, by definition,
Maybe true, it may be wise
To recognise that opinion’s truth values
Come in more than just one size.
Four little starlings
Sat all in a row
Up high upon the aerial
Thinking where to go
Three tweeted all together
Hatching a plan of where to fly
Yet one would not play ball
And flew off alone into the sky
He flew towards the sun
Intent that he knew best
Proud that he was his own bird
Independent of the rest
He ignored the other three
Who tweeted ‘come back here’
But Derek (we’ll call him that)
Thought ‘I’ve got this, don’t you fear’
Soaring on the wind,
He puffed himself with glee
“I’m so much better than those others
So much greater than those three!”
His ego was astonishing
His arrogance complete
Yet sadly he would not listen
Why the other three did tweet
For the sun, as he perceived it
Was not the sun at all
But a ball of fluffy ginger cat
Who became Derek’s downfall!
And in an instant with a huge pounce
Up high into the blue
Poor Derek met his comeuppance
And became this cats new chew!
So the moral of this story
Is listen to the team
For their perspective maybe the ticket
That helps you reach your dream!
Something has really got under my skin particularly in the last year and that is how ready people are to cast the first stone. In modern lingo that might be passing judgement without full understanding, gossiping without consideration of the impact of our actions, naming and shaming on social media when we seldom know the full facts or even if the source was reliable in the first place, criticising others particularly in terms of covid regs without seeing the bigger picture, criticising generally because it doesn’t align with our perspective which we assume is the only ‘right’ one etc.
But how often do we stop and think about the deeper affect of our own actions when we do this? How often do we consider the impact on the victim of our belittling and judgement. How often do we actually reflect on our own consciousness and consider that we are all flawed in some way?
I just wonder because in a world where we also share and retweet memes about kindness because those memes inspire us to be better, how often do we challenge ourselves first to step up to the mark? Kindness isn’t limited to acts for those we love but also those we don’t!
A little bit of sun can really lift the spirits. And to celebrate her appearance today, here’s a Spring tanka. Tanka is a style of poetry similar to Haiku but based over 5 lines with syllable counts of 5,7,5,7,7. Why not have a go at writing one and share it with me.
A limerick which amused me at least!
There once was a lass who could write
Limericks into the night
But she got writers block
Her mind seemed to lock
And ….. 😂
Ginz&Tonic 