Little Rascal

The daily adventures of owning a pet monkey. 🙂

August! You better get down here!”
“Why won’t you listen to me?”
“You sure are a cheeky monkey!”

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Fizza Abbas

Scribbles 

Mouse scurrying around the house, 
stops near the site 
where remnants of a delicious meal 
are scattered around, 
to find a slice of meat 
he saw others enjoying 
at a dinner table 
yesterday. 

Upon finding his favourite cut, 
he smells the scent 
to visualise how welcoming 
would his other senses feel 
once he took a bite. 

Good food for thought, 
he would say! 

Eggshell

I agree,
since you have ingredients
to make an omelette,
you got the right

to judge my broken egg.

Words

As the darkness rolls in,
the karaoke night of mice at my house
is in full swing:
they snake around a network of hedges,
talking in riddles
with the disjointed pieces of a tale,
that they secretly narrate
to their friends
to dupe me.

Their slight eye movements
trigger the eardrums
to look too,
for a navigation map
that they think has the license
to authorize their reckless movements
and a drunken state
at this hour of the night.

The remnants of a delicious meal
make for a lack of a map,
and they end up thanking me
for a blissful evening –
Lilliputians who use ink to blot us down
matter too,
they finally say.

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Fizza Abbas is a Content Writer based in Karachi, Pakistan. She is fond of poetry and music. Her works have been published at many platforms including Indiana Voice Journal, Poetry Pacific, Runcible Spoon, Better Than Starbucks, The Poetry Village, Bonnie’s Crew, Cabinet of the Heed and Foxglove Journal.

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Dear Mr. Mouse

Hey, neighbors, I see you there in my cabinets,
rummaging and sniffing out your next meal.
But I don’t remember inviting you.

You’re really cute with that beautiful shade
of soft-looking brown. That tiny little nose,
itsy-bitsy ears, and long tail you drag behind.

But have I mentioned, it’s not very neighborly
of you to dine on my food without a “may I”,
then leaving your droppings as a gift?

A good neighbor is a fellow who smiles at you over the back fence, but doesn’t climb over it.Arthur Baer

“All will concede that in order to have good neighbors, we must also be good neighbors. That applies in every field of human endeavor.” Harry S. Truman

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Monica St. Hillaire

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SINGLE TO MINGLE

In the dead of night,
A nightingale sings aloud;
Ants crawl near the nest.

SHOWDOWN!

Bighorn sheep combat!
Simultaneous headbutt;
Lamb runs down mountain.

DINNER DATE

Two glasses of wine,
Enhance festoon laid table;
Violinist plays…

BEASTS OF BURDEN

Alongside the barn,
Harnessed Oxen stride forward;
Axe lays near the shed.

PITTER PATTER

Stratus clouds above,
Combined with misty morning;
Warm tea rests on porch.

HOMESTEAD HERO

On a cattle farm,
Dog’s bark alarm Steers to flee;
Red fox walks away.

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Monica St Hillaire: Aspiring Writer – Writing has always been a passion of mine. Compiling words together will always be a challenge I shall withstand. My desire, to be the best Wordsmith I can be. A lover of traditional and modern Haiku, a field I hope to one day master.

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