Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Three Cats by Beckah

Let me set the scene:
A forest, humid,
Thick with green.
Three cats are posed there,
Two clinging in the trees,
Breathing the sultry air....
Three cats: Tiger, Tabby, Lion, --
Fire tempered, Fop, and Fool --
All gathered in the jungle.
Fop spouting professions of love,
"She's brighter than the stars above!"
The Tiger yawns below.
Three cats: Lord, Poet, Jester, --
 Laughing, fuming, surprised --
All gathered in the jungle.
Fool concerned with being eaten,
Tabby angry at being beaten,
Tiger enjoying the show.
Three cats: Two Faeries and a mortal, --
One ruler, two intruders --
All set off for dinner.
Lion is glared at by Tabby
(This will no doubt end badly),
Who's miffed about the song.
Three cats: Solitary, merry, wary;
From the world, the past, the truth --
Each of them is hiding.
Tiger shows off his collection;
Jester hides a worried expression,
But the truth will be known ere long.
Three cats: Tiger, Lion, Tabby, --
Hunter, prey, grudging defender --
Now fighting in the jungle.
Lord Tiger splits in two;
Mortal wonders what he'll do.
It never ends, does it?
Three cats -- or is it four? --
Hunting, hiding, hurrying,
In the twilight jungle.
A call is followed, a friend arrives
In time to keep Jester alive.
Tiger is attacked by poet.
Three cats -- maybe it was four --
Some injured from the battle;
They part in the jungle.
Tiger hides and mopes sullenly;
All visitors take their leave.
And so the tale moves on....

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