Joanne Smith has a B.A. in Early Childhood Education from Concordia University. She is working on a collection of poems and short writings with illustrations in the hope of having them published.
One of her poems is called “The Black Cat” and she does have a black cat named Ebony.
The Black Cat
Ebony can sleep anywhere to catch a wink
on top of the computer or curled up in the sink
snuggled inside the laundry basket
or draped over my red fleece jacket.
Sporting white whiskers and a tail that goes upright
with just one jump on the windowsill you alight
with amber eyes shining bright
you spy on pigeons to your delight.
In the dark you’re like a wide-eyed owl
and become the cat burglar on the prowl
when earrings and socks disappear at night
into your secret stash out of sight.
You sometimes get the “midnight crazies”
those silly antics of the feline species
when through the whole house you fly
like you’ve just seen a ghost walk by.
You can walk on narrow ledges on your dainty paws
and unroll paper towels with your claws,
get into the cupboard when you fancy
and open the door of the kitchen pantry.
On this earth walk a variety of cats
Siamese, tabby and tom cats
but of all the cats I prefer
my cat with the white whiskers and black fur.
Honey bees in yellow jackets whizz by
happily buzzing as they fly
on a mission to collect pollen they roam
to fill the pockets of their honey comb.
Honey bees visit garden flowers
fly about and hover over
golden rods and fields of clover
to sip on flowers’ sweet nectars.
Honey bees fly around with haste
their tiny wings in rapid motion
carrying around the magic potion
to make honey with the heavenly taste.
The Tree House
Up in my tree house I have an enchanting view
I see water droplets sparkle on leaves of apple green
humming birds flutter their dainty wings and preen
I see fluffy white clouds in a sky of sapphire blue.
The world from here looks all shiny and new
sunlight turns into gold dust on the monarch’s wings
the red robin puffs up his bright chest and sings
and its a swell place to ponder and write a poem or two.
The roly-poly penguin looks dapper in his Sunday best
parading around in a black tuxedo and a snow-white vest.
He zooms down hills on his white belly tobogganing
with penguin chicks in black coattails following.
He dives off the edges of white ice flows
balancing gingerly on the tip of his toes.
He is the flippered-flyer of chilly ocean waters
toasty warm in his plush coat of feathers.
The Underwater World
Thousands of fathoms beneath the sea
is a mysterious and magical place to be
where abounds a wonderland of sea creatures
and gardens of red corals and sea flowers.
Exploring the ocean floor, I came upon an oyster bed
and discovered glistening sea stars of orange, blue and red
so, lost in reverie was I, when a swirl of colors caught my eye
a flurry of rainbow fish swam by.
The Sea Turtle
Ancient sea creature of prehistoric times
gentle giant of tropical climes
gliding along the ocean floor you roam
tucked inside an olive colored dome.
In the dark of night under moon glow
you abandon sea grasses and red corals below
emerging onto white sands whereon
you search for a place to spawn.
Brushing soft sands with a rhythmic motion
using your hind flippers to fashion
a birth nest where eggs of snowy white
will be hidden away from sight.
At night tiny turtles crawl out and onwards
across the white beach sands and seawards
towards the ocean horizon at sun glow
into the turquoise waters below.
Silver dolphin in a turquoise sea
surfing the waves so agile and free
somersaulting through the air
with such finesse and flair.
Welcoming all with a cheerful grin
impressing us with a tail spin
jumping and playing and having fun
beneath the summer sun.
Sleek and gentle dolphin
you reach our spirits within
sharing a close bond without speaking
with gentle compassion and feeling.