Nutritious Soil

Dig, dig, and dig.
Digging a hole.
Dig, dig, and dig.
Digging a deep pit.
Dig, dig, and dig.
Digging a deep hole.
Deep enough to
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Its poo.

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Bowels clean
Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!
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Pat! Pat!
Flattening the soil.

Wagging its tail
Then left the soil.
And approaches
The triangle house
And play
With us.

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Inspiration On: Friday, 15 February 2013 at 9:44pm
Inspiration Ends On: Saturday, 16 February 2013 at 1:08am

This is the fourth series about my stray pet ‘Melvin’ who is mentioned in my previous poetry. One day, I happened to spot it digging the soil and poo outside my uncle’s house.

Locked Melvin

Soft and gentle footsteps
Yawns at the sight
At the sight of dark storeroom.
Climbing up to two boxes
It lays on the top box and
It closes its eyes dozily.
The door closes creakily.
But it doesn’t disturb it.

Few hours have passed
It wakes up
Climbs down
Jumping
Jumping hastily
As it controls its bladder.
Wailing
A SHARP WAILING!!
A WAILING MEOW!!

The door opens swiftly
Too late,
Too late.
It’s too late.
It is sitting on
A pool of urine
With a painful look.
With a relieved look.
Poor Melvin.

Everyone is alerted.
Everyone pities him.
One hugs and caresses him.
One wipes and mops its urine.
Poor Melvin.
Poor Melvin.

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Inspiration On: Thursday, 14 February 2013 at 6:35pm
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 15 February 2013 at 1:15am

This is the third series about my stray pet ‘Melvin’ who is mentioned in my previous poetry. This time it is mentioned in the cat’s point of view. This case happened when nobody knew that Melvin came and entered the storeroom. Normally, we closed the storeroom’s door to prevent cockroaches and rats from making its nest.

Naughty Melvin

Scratch! Scratch!
Scratching wooden back door!
Scolded!
Looks guilty!
Splashes of water
Dodging to the left
Dodging to the right
Dodging splashes of water
And rushes out of the gate.
. . .
A few hours later,
His ears poke outside gate bar
Followed by
His face looks smiling
He shows his face courteously
Meowing
As if it apologizes.
We welcome him again
To play together.

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Inspiration On: Tuesday, 12 February 2013 at 3:11am

I told you all about my stray pet ‘Melvin’ in my previous poetry. This time is his naughty actions.

Intro Melvin

A furry body lengthens
A furry body thins
As it passes through the gate
With a beautiful and graceful walk.

Eyeing an opened window
It jumps into it
Scratching the trash bag
Screeching the trash bag
With its sharp teeth
With its sharp paws
Searching hungrily for food.

Once the kitchen door opens,
It is alerted and
Jumps out of the window
With stolen food at its mouth.

It is . . .
Melvin!
A black and white furry cat.
A hungry stray cat.
Let’s welcome him.
My stray pet.
A cute pet.

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Inspiration On: Monday, 11 February 2013 at 1:17am

Think of a pet, I only own a chick. The above mentioned stray cat was my stray pet, which stole food from my family’s trash bag. That was how my family got to know him. Gradually, we feed him cat food and it stopped stealing. After it finished the food, we play together happily. We named it ‘Melvin’. This happened eight years ago during our stay in my uncle’s house.