Juniper Breeze

I won the Exceptional Writing award for this poem for January 18, 2009


J - Sunday's Alphabet Prompt
Give this kitty, whose name starts with a J, his own poem!
A writing exercise from http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/




Juniper Breeze
Is naught but a sleaze
Though the name does not imply
A freeloader, a bum,
Not skinny, but plump
The epitome of nine lives.

At sunrise he bathes
On Gossamer Lane
For breakfast he's found at the Ford's
Next it's the Hudson's
For a nap in the sun
At least until he gets bored.

By lunch time he's perched
Between Oak Street and Birch
To stalk all the families there
There's the Smallwoods, the Jones,
The Lowrys and the Fatones
The Michaels, the Bards, and O'Hares.

After dinner he finds
A spot to unwind
Propped up on a tree or a fence
Then he'll sing through the night
A song of delight
Because tomorrow he'll do it again.

-Cynthia Smallwood
January 18th, 2009