Caturday Art Faces of Beau

 

I stared up at the tree,

Thinking Santa, please don't forget me.

when suddenly I did see,

Mama's hands sending a text for me.

I could see in my head, the round O of his mouth,

as he added my GPS coordinates, down to our home in the South.

Nope, not the same

 

This is not a game, 

these photos are not the same.

Above my chin is touching the frame,

Below Daddy's mouth is not exactly the same.

Below my mamas arm you can see

even though part of it is behind me.

Mama finger goes faster than the speed of light,

all of that for you to see this sight.

A Dog Tale

 

Mama loves to play, this disaster above is one of her attempts with laptop. A few days ago, Daddy was in his Spot, Mama in her spot and I had the middle which give access to either or both pawrentz.

How was I to know she had the iPhone in her hand while reading emails and she had the ability to push selfie mode and unbeknown to me, take photos without my knowledge or permission.

I looked so very handsome; she could not stop. From now to Christmas, you will get one a day of the photos and every now and them something else thrown in the mix.

Let the FUN Begin

Mama Tried

 

It's Sunday Selfies time,

I am struggling for words that rhyme.

Mama tried and she tried to get Daddy to smile,

she said to me, that could take a great while.

I posed as good as I could, looking this way and that way,

Then I said forget this, I want to get down and play.

these pictures are backwards to me.

as backwards as backwards could be.

Daddy sits on my right, she is sitting in her spot, 

in this photo to the right Daddy is not.

You see she is by the window, allowing for light,

She knew time was up; I was about to take flight.

As I flew off the sofa, she said to me, 

no one will know they are backwards; they will be looking only at me.