Pancakes on Friday

31 Aug

It is Friday, and I’ve been craving pancakes for the past three days.

Why didn’t you just make some at home and save the cost of coming all the way out here?

Because I happen to like their pancakes.  Madison makes the best pancakes for three counties and besides, we haven’t seen one another in nearly a month.  I thought it might be nice to share some conversation over coffee and breakfast, which happens to be pancakes for me.

I know, it’s just that we are both struggling here.

Shush, I am paying.

Yes, but…

But nothing.  How’re the kids?


Feral Cats and their babies

30 Aug

We have several feral cats around our house.  Several months ago, I found that one of what I thought was a young kitten had babies.  She looked much too young to have kittens of her own, but there she was, a momma.  By the time I found her litter, one was already dead while the other two were having a difficult time surviving.  They were much too young to fend for themselves.  Unfortunately, the mother was also very young and not a very good mother.  She was such a poor example of what a momma cat should be that she kept her babies in the dirt.  I brought them inside and fed them sweet milk.  They started to get stronger than before, but I knew they needed their mother so I put them in a small clean box with a clean piece of fabric and set them out of the dirt.  Within in a couple of hours, I heard them crying and went to investigate.  That is when I found the momma cat had removed them from the box and placed them back in the dirt.  We went through this several times.  The heat of the summer was heavy and seemed to weigh on those two little ones so I brought them back inside and helped them get strong again.  By the third time of placing them back in the care of their mother, she had not only removed them from yet another fresh and clean box, but also allowed the smaller of the two to wander a great distance from her and the older one.  On Father’s Day, I had gone out to check on them again and could only find one of the babies.  It was not until a bit later that I found I had stepped on the smaller one.  Being no bigger than a young toddler’s foot and a mottled orange, the smaller of the two blended into his surroundings to the point it was the death of him.  I can’t tell you how awful I felt and I will not get into describing the scene more than I already have than to say, it was not pleasant.  The mother seemed to care for one that remained, but as soon as anyone came around, she would run off, leaving her baby defenseless against whatever.  We continued our little dance of bringing the baby in, gave it a bath, picking the countless fleas from its little body, feeding it getting it stronger, and returning it to her.  Their constant crying for one another is what prompted me to leave it with her, until one morning it seemed she had disappeared.  It was several days before we discovered her lifeless body at the far end of the property.  The once sweet kitten turned more vicious with each stint in the care of its mother.  Its ravenous appetite concerned me because I have seen many an animal attack its caretaker over food.  I do not know if it is because it was so poorly cared for by its mother that it has a continence problem, but for the life of me, I cannot get it litter box trained.  The pooping and peeing all over the house was getting to me before, but now it is completely out of hand.  I cannot stand that sort of behavior, mess, or smell.  With that and the aggressiveness over food and inability to touch it without being bitten or clawed I know what needs to be done, but can find no one to do it.  I do not have the nerve enough to end its life on my own and cannot see giving it a new home because it is so far gone.  To throw it outside would only exacerbate our growing feral population.

What would you do if it were you? 

31 Jul
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Trust; it’s a thing.

Your Face

27 Jul

Photo Copyright-Rich Voza

Your Face…by TW

It feels like an eternity since I saw your face. Staring out the window, I watch the plane come to a complete stop. I catch my breath, as I watch; smiling faces, tears of happiness, and a sense of overwhelming joy wash through the crowd. Where are you? The flight attendants exit, but no you. The captain and co-pilot exit, but no you.

“Mrs. Warren, will you follow me, please.”

He leads me down the long corridor towards the plane.

“Please, take a seat.” He says, before leaving.

I look down the aisle and that’s when I saw you, smiling.

False Names

26 Jul

Liars, hiding behind fake names
Thieves in the night, drive her insane
Games on the tube, actors at the helm
These are the pawns used in her realm
Watching her they see, she’s human like thee
Listening they hear, she’s broken; in fear
Afraid to return, afraid to leave
Haunted by what she can’t see to believe
Terrified, clinging to broken glass
If she does, will they return to shatter her path
Destroy the good she holds dear
Presenting a monster whispering in her ear
Leaving marks from before
Does she walk the plank once more
Perhaps he’s the one who leaves
Either way her heart will bleed
Alone again, desperate and scared
Abandoned; proof he never cared

As poets, we are many times misunderstood and or scrutinized for our prose.  Some can be as simple as an everyday experience, as listening to a meadow lark sing.  However, there are those moments when our hearts cry out in horror, fear, undying love, and pure ecstasy.  My position is and will forever remain, if you as the reader do not understand or wish to read through my prose from my perspective, you need only ask.  I may tell you directly, but then again, I may take you on a journey. -TW

Weekly Photo Challenge – In the Background

25 May

Weekly Photo Challenge – In the Background :  The challenge is to take a photo of yourself showing your reflection with the foreground or background as the main focus.  This can be done using shadows, family and friends, but remember to include yourself in the shot.  Many times, we neglect to notice the things in our every day lives as a form of art.

Below is the link to the Daily Post who puts out many amazing photo challenges.  Why not give it a try and see what emerges.

Memorial Weekend - Grey Beauty - 1951

Memorial Weekend











I tried capturing this grey beauty’s interior with me in the background, but I think it’s a little off. As you can see, I come through pretty clear as does my background. At any rate, she’s a gorgeous 1951 sedan with red and black interior. Too bad it’s just sitting out in the sun with no one to drive her.


Kepler Road










More snaps of this little gem are below.

Memorial Weekend 2013

Copyright – Tadalena Warner

Memorial Weekend 2013

Copyright – Tadalena Warner

Memorial Weekend 2013 Copyright - Tadalena Warner

Memorial Weekend
Copyright – Tadalena Warner


22 May

Photo Copyright – Danny Bowman

By Tadalena Warner

“Pick up, pick up, pick up!”


“Gloria, you won’t believe this, but I found it!”

“Found what?”

“I found it, you know the it we’ve been looking for.”

“You said that last time and it turn out to be nothing more than a porthole to the sales department at Sears and Roebuck no less.”

“I’m telling you, it’s the it we’ve been looking for.  Get the guys and meet me at the corner of 5th and Madison.”

2hrs later

“What took you so long?”


“Never mind, it doesn’t matter.  Where are the others?”