Cats' Morning Interaction #SOL16

There he perches,
a king.
Tail twitching.
Underneath him
below the chair,
bat, bat, bat.
Swish, swish.
Meow
G-R-O-W-L
swat, swat
paws peaking up
through the back of the chair.
Tail thumping.
G-R-O-W-L
The little one reaches up
testing the waters
trying to catch the tail.
The king,
disgusted,
departs for calmer territory.

Hard Work #SOL16

Silence.

two heads huddle close -

whispering and sharing,

helping and suggesting.

Pencils scraping the paper.

Fingers tapping the keyboard.

My students are busy writers.

Laundry - #SOL16

Laundry

"Why?" you ask. 

Well, it's never ending. 

There always seems to be a pile 

of laundry somewhere - 

in a basket in a bedroom, 

on the floor in the bathroom, 

piled by the washing machine, 

stuck in the dryer waiting to be folded, 

in a basket patiently waiting to be put away, 

it's never finished, 

it's always waiting,

Laundry.

Man's Best Friend SOL#16

There she sits.

Her eyes, big and round.

She watches.

She waits.

Her ears, soft and velvety.

She listens.

She hears.

Her tongue, long and pink.

She licks.

She loves to lick.

There she sits.

She's watching me.

She's waiting.

What am I going to do?

Where am I going to go?

She's always ready.

Wiggles, my pug.

Man's best friend.

Mondays SOL#16

Mondays -

A beginning

to something new,

the school week.

An end

to something precious,

the weekend.

We begin again,

repeating,

working,

worrying,

planning,

grading,

writing,

reading,

interacting,

conferring,

playing,

joking,

growing,

learning.

A beginning

to something new,

the school week.

Monday.

Home SOL#16

There's nothing like coming home.

Being away,
taveling in airplanes,
Being away,
driving in taxis,
Being away,
sleeping in hotels,
Being away,
interacting with new people,
Being away,
connecting with colleagues,
Being away,
talking with strangers,
Being away,
waiting in airports.

Being home,

There's nothing like coming home.

Memories of Smells SOL#16

Memories of Smells

It lingers in the air.

It wraps around me like a blanket.

There is a tug in the depths of my memories, pulling, pulling, pulling.

It takes me back to when I was young.

The summers - every summer - the fresh scent of rain.

The evergreen of the trees.

The sweet smell of hydrangeas and wild flowers.

The smell wafts around me; envelopes me.

I only walked through it.

I'm transported back to childhood.

Good times, family, friends, picnics, the lake.




This is my first Slice of Life Challenge. Join us won't you?

Teachers Write! Day 1

Wiggles...

Sometimes sad
so cute
"just a baby"
cat-loving
best friend
follower
food-lover
milkbone chaser
silly
funny-runner
tail-wagger
expressive face
blueberry eater
garden pest
fawn-colored
constant-sniffer
non-stop licker
gallant greeter
adventure seeker.