Finicky – the Feline Poet – by W. R. Griffin

I am a feline poet,
Who writes as kitties see.
I rhyme quite well and know it –
There are no fleas on me!
I am a Maine Coon Kitty,
Quite formidable am I
Magnificent in stature,
Yet I don’t even try!
If prowess is your yardstick
Then I am the greatest cat
I am a feline “phenom”
And frankly … that is that!

The Perfect Way - By W. R. Griffin
(In Tribute to Samuel Johnson)

It is not just the knowing that makes us be,
Separated from the salamander or the tree.
We are born to spread our limbs, free all the year
To stand upon a higher land above the salted sea -
Not to dry up, some fallen log, hollowed and sere.
The sweetest flower of a single day
Blooms brightest, best in May,
To wither then to die one night –
Yet was once the flower of all light.
If we are the creatures of God's love
Then we must create, flourish, to soar above
In greatest tribute to all His creative might.

To be, to rise, to love -- only the beauty see –
To praise all His upon the winds and to perfect be.
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Marvin The Cat - by W. R. Griffin

A cat named Marvin likes to think in the sink,
And stare at invisible things -
Spirits that soar and ghosts on the floor;
All sorts of critters with wings.
Dust in the air - he'll spring from his chair
To pounce on nothing at all.
Then dervish around, yet not make a sound,
And, run away fast down the hall.
Marvin, you see is a seer like the
Ancient diviners of deep.
Spending his day, just divining away,
Until it is time to sleep.