Guernsey Poets

Old Mag the hag sat with her cat, she in her chair, it on its mat. She muttered intermittently as so befits a retiree but what she mutt...

Came home last night the worse for drink and didn’t really pause to think. Opened the window, popped the cat outside to do its this and ...

He’s an imposter, Slinks around in my fur, Steals in through my cat flap, Imitates my purr, He helps himself to my dinner, Grows fat ...

Mona Lisa had a black cat that was darkly charismatic. It was taciturn, aloof, haughty and aristocratic. Yet, despite this, Mona loved ...

It's the season of the spider The crawling has begun Navigating dewdrops, they Journey from the Sun They scuttle through the kitche...