Pick up your wand.
Tap your black hat.
Say the magic word.
Pull out a…cat?

Put away the wand.
Get rid of the hat.
Make Abracadabra
The name of your cat.

Poem title from chapter 48 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.

I now have a grandcat, as my two daughters living in Chicago have adopted a black cat they’ve named Bean. 🐈‍⬛ Peace to your !


Out of the deep, the frightmares creep
(A horrifying number).
Out of the deep and into your sleep
(They’re spying on your slumber).
But they will not dare to scare you
If you stare them in the eyes,
And I tell you if you yell “BOO!”
They will scatter in surprise,
And they will be the ones to scream
While you enjoy a fright-free dream.

NaPoWriMo22 Day 23 — Prompt from murisopsis’s poetry scavenger hunt, to write a poem using the words spy and deep. Peace to your !

Getting a Pet

Oh, Mother, will you let me get
A darling little porcupette?
A porcupette to be all mine’s
The only pet that my heart pines—

Forget it, dear, the thing’s got spines.

[Sigh] How about a puppy?

I’m thinking more like guppy.

© Stephanie Malley

NaPoWriMo21 Day 24 – I didn’t use the prompt from NaPoWriMo.net.

I’m posting this poem written earlier in April because it includes animals, as does today’s napowrimo.net prompt. I learned a few months ago that baby porcupines are called porcupettes–how cute is that? I tried writing a poem about porcupettes at that time, and nothing worked out. This month, in my over-inspired condition, it all came together. Peace to your !