Haunting Music, Paw Prints in Ivory

Tiny paw prints on ivory keys

And yet no one ever sees

The furry culprit in the dark of night

Reflective, gold eyes that need no light

To find the baby grand

The eyes enlarge, she has a plan

To pull the humans from their bed

“A little music will get me fed!”

Dancing tiny soft paws

Tapping in time, delicate claws

The clock strikes 3:00 a.m.

An eerie melody, a lyrical gem

Startles the couple awake

“What’s going on, for heaven’s sake?”

A woman’s voice utters in fear

They both emerge from their silent room

Expecting a harbinger of doom

The impish creature who serenades

Has jumped to the floor, a renegade

The light switch is flipped

Terrified fingers together gripped

Expecting a ghostly apparition

They sigh in relief, a chuckling transition

The man says, “Why do we allow?”

The wee thief in the night answers, “Meow!”

cat and piano
Molly the Cat

The Quill And Ink Are Like A Frail, Dark Rose…poem by Deborah A. Bowman, set to music…6th Century Bard’s Melody (Anonymous)

The Quill And Ink…

Quill and ink are like a frail, dark rose

Beautiful, elegant, unsurpassed;

But the thorns draw blood and clots as ye go.

The delicate flowers will not last.

But the glorious rose will bloom another day

In the warmth of the Spring’s golden rays.

The quill, the black feather, can turn on you

Blotting out the sun on the white pristine page.

Leaving coarsed lines and thickened loops,

The point skims across the grain of the parchment’s gauge,

Sprinkling blotches of Indigo ink,

Falling raindrops and tears as you blink.

The quill and the ink;

The rose and the thorn;

Teaches you patience and reticence.

So strike up the flint and raise up the flame

To drip the wax and seal the blame.

Copyrighted by Deborah A. Bowman, 1998