for Mr. Frosty

Assistant Editor at

bear creek haiku

& bearcreekhaiku.blogspot.com

Such a sumptuous feast of “poetry” at the

bear creek haiku blogspot. And—I must agree—so few, extolling cats. Sad it is.

Though some may think ol’ p.l. lives with a strange enuff hairless salt & pepper pup, cute though he may be (the pup, not p.l.)—in all actuality p.l.’s mountain lair is over-run with cats (and some sort of hairy muttski to herd and keep them safe.) (The hoary hairy muttski, might indeed be the Mtn. Versifier hizzelf…? They are close enuff in appearance, that even Mrs. Versifier often cannot tell them apart…except the versifier has hairier ears than the dog.

I do rambleth…

So, Mr. Frosty this one, from the dusty

archives, here in Bishop, Calif., is for you.

cans of catfood

almost two-bits 

   some almost four-bits more

now  with gleaming

   spectrum lids

like candy-apple show-car glitz

regal purple

exotic jungle green

sensuous sapphire

mandarin hot-rod

dreamy turquoise

naw—

Posey the inky garage ratter

eyes frosting over

whiskers of grey

just wants

plain ol’ dull-stamped

   canned Friskies—

something with fish  please

and a belly rub.

Max tdc