LITTLE MOUSE
What a
Waste
Of time
And space.
I should
Chase
You
Out
With s
Broom,
Out of
My room.
What a
Thrill
That would
Be
To watch
You
For you
Life
Flee!
Yes little
Mouse
Don't get
Too comfy.
I promise
You
I need no
Cat...
Just a
Broom
Or a
Bat
Tp get
You out
The door
And never
See you
Back!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
THE DREAM
A loud
Bang
Woke me
Up.
I was
In deep
Sleep,
Dreaming...
Barely
Muffled
Voices
Reached
Me.
I listened
Attentively.
Let's take
All the
Gold and
Money,
Too.
That good
With you?
It's fine
Just as
Long as
We hurry!
Two voices
Made
Me jump
Out
Out of
Bed.
They'd take
Nothing
But a beating
I'd see
To that!
Grabbing
My robe
I put it
On
And left
My room
Only to return
With a
Sauce pan
And a broom.
Behind the
Door
I hid
At tbe
Ready!
Soon, they
Were
In
And getting
Beat up
By me.
Long story
Short
I led
Them out
Like discarded
Laundry,
Told the
Police
Everything
And went
Back
To sleep.
What a
Fun
Dream!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
THE PAINTING
She put
Brush
To canvas
And away
She went...
Into a
Color
World
Of utter
Happiness.
In a
Meadow
Nestled
In
Between
Hills,
She ran
Free
With the
Gentle
Winds!
No cares
Worry free.
She sang
Of dreams.
A brilliantly
Vibrant
Masterpiece
Of a
Painting...
From the
Heart
Of the
Artist
To the
Brush,
Unto the
Canvas
Is what
We see.
Such a
Lovely
Color
Swirling
In a painting
Done by
Me!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
.ZIGGY DREAMING
Loud purrs
Content
Yawns.
Ziggy is
Happily
Asleep.
He
Dreams
For sure
Of
A pretty
Cat girl.
A soft
Meow
He utters
And I know
That's her
Name,
The name
Of Ziggy's
Lover.
She sure
Must
Be
A looker
I muse,
For
Never before
Have I
Witnessed
Such
Behavior.
Yes, my
.ziggy Boy
Is a catch
As well...
The two
Shall
Make a
Charming
Couple...
As Ziggy
Sleeps and
Dreams,
I plan the
First ever
Cat wedding!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
LOUD TUNES
The loud
Whispers
Give
Secrets
Away.
The unsilent
Hush
Has a
Lot
To say.
I don't
Want to
Hear.
I don't want
To
Know
The secret
Stories
Behind
The whispering
Tones.
I'll hun
A tune
To block
Out
The loud
Hushes...
It's the
Best way
To be
Without
Compromises!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
THE SLEEP WALKER
I sleep
Walked
Into the
Kitchen.
Tummy
Rumbling
I sought
Cake.
Opening
The refrigerator
For a minute
I sniffed...
Then, the scent
Of frosting
Reached
Me
I had found
It!
Still asleep,
I cut
A large
Piece...
It was not so
Soct
To the
Knife
But
I chalked
It up
To being
In the
Fridge.
I bit into
It
Delighting
In the taste...
It was
A little odd
Though...
Spicy salty
Not butter
Sugary...
Strange
Thought a
Part
Of my
Brain!
You're eating
The chicken!
The words
Woke me
Up.
Lo!
Hands and
Mouth
Covered
In gravy.
I sat there
Wide awake
Eating
Chicken
Not cake!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
WEEPING SKIES
The sky,
It weeps.
It's tears
Bathing
The earth.
The crying
Is
For
Stolen
Humanity.
The tears
Splash
On what
Of life
Is
Left...
They drench
The sun
Embracing
The earth
With fierce
Love.
Oh, feel
How
The Angels
Cry...
Theirs
Is
The grief
Of humanity's
Cries.
O weeping
Skies!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
