Tag Archives: cat

Fraiku: Fog

Posted on 2025-12-05 by Bartholomew Barker

Soft as kitten paws It sleeps like a fleece blanket comforting us all

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Thoughtful Gifts

Posted on 2024-03-25 by Bartholomew Barker

Gave my fish a bicycle for his birthday but he does not ride it around his bowl. Gave my loyal dog Bobo a modern poetry anthology but I never see him reading though it has been chewed. Gave the cat … Continue reading →

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Life and Death in January

Posted on 2024-01-22 by Bartholomew Barker

Birds outside my window appear extra juicy but I know they’re just fluffing their feathers to fight the inevitable. Moriarty leaves passive aggressive notes for me in my bed or shoes if I don’t let him outside despite a wind … Continue reading →

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Fraiku: Frustration

Posted on 2023-12-08 by Bartholomew Barker

Outside my window a cedar waxwing riot black cat stuck inside (I’d never noticed a cedar waxwing before but there were a dozen or more going crazy over whatever they found in the gutters above my apartment. Moriarty’s tail was … Continue reading →

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Fraiku the 13th

Posted on 2023-10-13 by Bartholomew Barker

Tripped under a ladder I smashed a mirror the black cat snickers

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Fraiku: Every Halloween

Posted on 2023-10-06 by Bartholomew Barker

Despite my struggles, they cram me into some costume. Oh, the indignity.

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Fraiku: After an Autumn Rain

Posted on 2023-09-29 by Bartholomew Barker

Leaves glisten under the orange moon a black cat flicks stray droplets from aggravated ears (Let’s claim this was written for this week’s LP prompt but we all know who really inspired this one: Moriarty.)

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A Bird in the Hand…

Posted on 2023-04-27 by Bartholomew Barker

Bobo wouldn’t know what to do with a bird if he ever caught one. He’d probably play with it like a chew toy until it stopped squeaking then leave me to bury the body. Moriarty has honed instincts for the … Continue reading →

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30 Reasons April is the Cruellest Month

Posted on 2023-04-01 by Bartholomew Barker

Bobo‘s favorite tennis ball, the color of pine tree pollen,still rests in my hand after a pump fake launched him running.He saunters back, tail wagging, ready for another round,not realizing he’s been the victim of a cruel joke. Moriarty doesn’t … Continue reading →

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Fraiku: My Black Cat

Posted on 2023-01-13 by Bartholomew Barker

Born on Friday the 13thhe crosses humans’ pathsjust for fun

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