Poetry. About my sleeping cat.

Oh Sleepy Cat
By Paul Klusman

Oh cat asleep in a chair

On a rainy afternoon

Your sound of breathing calm

Against the cold gloom

Your paws and whiskers twitch

As you roam a field of green

Somewhere far away

In a sunny golden dream

Do you chase birds and mice?

Or elusive butterfly?

Do you wait for happiness?

Oh dear cat so do I

Now waking from your slumber

Stretch and fold your ears

Into the kitchen wander

Then soon you reappear

And back upon your chair

Circling into a ball

Close your eyes breathing

Back asleep you fall

Into another universe

Oh feline astronaut

Wherever dreams take you

Wherever time forgot

And when time does return

And when the bough break

I'll be here next to you

Again when you awake

Poetry. About a tiny visitor.

Micro Spider
By Paul Klusman

Little micro spider
On my countertop
Beside the salt and pepper
I pause now to stop

To capture in a picture
For all the world to see
This tiny little creature
Come to visit me

Smile now for the camera
Show us your best side
Barely more than a pixel
Than a grain of rice is wide

Now under a giant glass
Where whisky often goes
Slipping a piece of paper
Under your tiny toes

Then set you gently onto
The open window sill
Above the kitchen sink
Pausing there until

Over the edge you disappear
To the wilderness below
Where your fancy leads
Your tiny heart to go

Thank you for your greetings
In my kitchen here today
I wish you very well
To see you on your way

Much better out of doors
And may you find there soon
Tiny spider adventures
In the sunny afternoon

Poetry. About friendship along the way.

Brothers

By Paul Klusman

Into this world we two were thrown
Another man and me
To chart our path on cobblestone
The grass, the wind, and sea

Our characters both were noble strong
Yet flawed as any man
We followed each a road along
Where trials and fortune ran

Made our way then by and by
One path to the other
Long last stood there eye to eye
Brother next to brother

No need of salutation
All formality dispell
For out of all creation
We knew each other well

The distant far horizon showed
Our eyes to lead the way
We turned and set upon the road
Us two as one that day

Battered by the tempest rains
Cheered by skies of blue
As ever moonlight grows and wanes
As ever did we two

The joys we shared were doubled
Whenever fortune smiled
Wherever days were troubled
More quickly reconciled

Then finally reaching journey’s end
And resting weary souls
Much better tired hearts to mend
Much lesser journey’s tolls

Much richer profits that we shared
From toil we had done
Whatever dreams that we had dared
The bolder two as one

We paused for good reflection
We raised our glasses high
We toasted true affection
We said our last goodbye

And parting to our separate ways
Though further years begotten
Would brothers be in all the days
Gone but not forgotten

Poetry when I was 12 in Mrs. Jorgenson's class 1980. North Hill Elementary School Minot, ND.

Land of Oz
By Paul Klusman

There once was a land of Oz
Where they made a movie Jaws
The shark when out of control
And ate the city whole
So no more was the land of Oz

More poetry when I was 12 in Mrs. Jorgenson's class 1980. North Hill Elementary School Minot, ND.

Bee Named Bower
By Paul Klusman

There once was a bee named Bower
Who flew from flower to flower
He flew through the air
With very little care
Until he smacked into a tower