Birthday Poem

It is still great to be alive
At the ripe old age of five.
In cat years, that's thirty-nine,
Anyway you have it, it's just fine.

Translator's Note: Indeed Dima has turned 5 on this day. He will get some nice kitty treats for his special day.

Bast

Ah, Bast!
Say how at last
Shall we, thy cats
Meet on your lyric mats
Made in the sun,
The Cat, the Holy One
Where we such felines had
As made us nobly wild, not mad
And yet each verse of ilk
Outdid the fish, outdid the frolic milk

Translator's Note: Dima was inspired three ways to compose this poem. The first inspiration was the title of his previous poem, "Bask." It reminded him of the cat goddess of the ancient Egyptians, Bast, his second inspiration. His third and final inspiration was Robert Herrick, a 17th Century English poet. He's the one who wrote "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may..." For some reason, Dima has been reading his poetry this past month. I cannot explain why.

Bask

Midwinter sun
Peers into the room at sharp angles
Midwinter sun
Warms a spot for not too long

I take it upon myself
To find the warm spot before it cools
I take it upon myself
To request the sun to stay a little longer

"Midwinter sun,
Your warmth is dearest to me
In the middle of the day
Please do not send your light astray"

The sun complies for only an hour
It is in that hour that I bask
In the warm spot provided by the stubborn light
Of the midwinter sun

Mac Cat

CAUTION: This is not a poem.

Since Jeremy and Jenevieve have made the PC their primary computer, I haven't had much access to my poems and my pictures on the Mac. I'm still writing a lot of poetry, but I can't get it on my blog as often. I'm trying to convince Jeremy to alternate the computers, so I can put my claws to work, clicking on the keyboard.

Thank you for your patience,

Dima