Reflections - Coffee Pot Poetry 3

Coffee Pot Poetry

Spence yawned. “I’m too sleepy to compose a poem.” He still measured the coffee and 

poured the water  in the coffee maker at night to fortify Charlie with his morning cup of 

joe. Creative juices flowing, Charlie scribbled more Coffee Pot Poetry.

Poems Fresh as Dewy Roads

Poems fresh as dewy roads

Lie stuck upon the lawn

Mired like a fog-horn toad

They’ll never see the dawn

Kitties Come a Calling

Kitties come a calling

Almost nightly it would seem

Hunting for their kibble

Lost inside a hunger dream

Nothing here but veggies

It's a disappointing rout

Better luck the next time 

Maybe something then to count

Granite Grains of Gritty Gray

Granite grains of gritty gray

Aligned along the sea

Brought by boisterous breezy braying

Feeling far from free

The Ever Anxious Cats of Troy

The ever anxious cats of Troy

Set sail upon the waves

Their home destroyed by cunning ploy

Now lost within the weeds

But kittens bold can blaze a boat

Across the ocean waves

And find a song the bards once wrote

Of hope for better days