… and hauled the crop away. 
Good riddance, I said
But now everything is grey.
Golden has had its day.
The chickens and the pigs and I
Stayed inside to Play. It was cold outside
Yesterday. A Gale had come out to say
Hooray
The wind was chasing after itself all day
And L’il Puss the Scrapper said; if you don’t stop with the really bad poetry I am going to go and live with the Surrogate Milkers. Really I am. I cannot bear one word more and while I am on the subject. You can’t sing. Stop the endless singing. If I hear Red Rain is Falling Down one more time I swear I am throwing myself off the barn roof. Just food, then just cuddles. That is all. Well, some milk too after the milking and then that is all. And, just for the record, poems don’t have to rhyme anymore. That is SO Tuesday.
And then the sun set
Everyones a critic, pet
The End
Good morning. Have a lovely day today. Thats all I’m going to say. (he he)
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
62 responses to “The men came…”
It was probably just the wind… makes everyone a bit tetchy… that cat looks like he’d forgive you anything, and you say you’re not much of a cat person… yep 😉 All the best for the start of NaNo 🙂
Ha! Yes, everyone really IS a critic, aren’t they? Stay warm, darling. x
Oh that face of Bobby . I’d love to pet his ears.
Our crops are going also…I can see the horizon again, which is really nice! Lots of work still ahead.
Good Afternoon, C!
Linda
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Lovely post. Altho I think the cat should stick to the day job (catching mice?) and stop the literary criticism. What does he know!
Thats what we willsay about most critics! From now on all critics can just Go catch a Mouse! c
Adorable. Every single one of your posts is like a new episode of a story, the sort we need to return to, to read what happens next.
The verse gave a morning smile . . . the fact you speak such fluent Scrapperish turned that into a laugh . . . and that beautiful twilight left a warm feeling, Miss C 🙂 ! Thanks !!
Some how the sunset and all the audience (rooster in his mosaic costume and never enough cuddles, Scrapper)..it all looks like the stage is set for November.
What a great sunset! It’s been cold here. too. I like your poetry!
The feeling of transition is really strong in this post. Fun poetry!
Lovely stuff, Celi, witty and funny and whimsical… and what a sunset!
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