Angie Moore
Hard Pleasing Feline
Inappropriate seasoned tour.
Appearing as and when he likes.
Expects to be cherished, Godlike-
Attentions accommodated for.
His food demands always a chore.
Equate to his cousins at war.
Expressing swiftly, drunk-like
Displays empathy during his hike.
Forcefully showing his adopted his paw,
Anthropomorphic features for sure.
Watchful of path wanderers in a lure,
Releasing the inside carnivore,
Striving to win first strike.
Contends enemies’ cognate neuropath-like.
Throwing his weight, but was waiflike.
Fur resembling a lion’s mane, ador-
-Ably though nasty to his pets, demand-like
This moggy’s vain-Temperament implore
Protects territory gain as he rapport
Ruling the roast alike a tyke.
An ode to Cider.
Fermented from Apple juice,
Blended Crispy sweet
Flavours that slide down
The hatchet and sparkle harshly
As it slides down the drinker’s
Throat. Textures unfold
The work put into born from an
Apple savouring The fruit’s
Bittersweet bite the liquid’s
Contained taste. Natural juicy wine
Bottled bubbly like
a Sparkle exploding
Sparkler, to sharpen
The smoothness embed-.
-Ded Sweet and dry, fruitfully rich
Each sip revives normality of
The purity and serenity tone
Creating a refreshing blend
Of mixed notes to please
Drinker’s sensation
As it evaporates into
Their stomach and Shows
Enjoyment upon drinker’s face.
Lonely
The lonely trunk of the weeping tree
Crying carelessly looking for attention
Of anyone or thing that passes by
Whilst the branches dance
To get a taste of a chance
Of not being lonely.
The branches shake from side to side
To come out from its hide
With the natural smell of oak
Grass and fresh morning dew.
Weeping and wining, crying sadly
Catching passerbys attention
Who think it’s mad
They run scared
Leaving the old tree to be lonely.