The Last Battle - Fury of the Feline
She gives in to the storm
On her knees she falls,
But her heart remains strong.
She closes her eyes as if to surrender
Holds her breath,
Her life in a moment she gathers.
Her nemesis had declared victory …
A little too soon!
Woman you lesser being you die at my feet
She rose like a tempest, hailing a cry from her womb
The last strike was fatal, reversing defeat
The mighty men who raised their arrogance so tall
Regretfully ignored
That nature had created Tigress …
The fiercest of all!
The Tale of the Beckoning Cat
A very long long time ago
Some weary Samurai
Deep in the heart of Tokyo
Traversed the countryside
When suddenly a blinding flash
Streaked bright across the sky
And rain began to pour and splash
And drip into their eyes
“Oh no!” They yelled; “Oh dear!” They cried,
“Now we must surely try
To hurry up and hope to find
A place to keep us dry!”
They traveled not even a mile
When to their great surprise
A cat with a peculiar smile
Appeared before their eyes
“How oddly strange it is to find
A cat so safe and dry
I wish a cat could speak its mind
And tell us where to hide!”
No sooner had the Samurai
Expressed this thought aloud
Than right as if to give reply
The cat let out a meow!
And then as if to beckon them
The cat raised up its paw
Those weary and bewildered men
Believed not what they saw
“How welcoming!” the men replied
“Though oddly strange to find
A cat like you so warm and dry
With one paw raised up high!”
The friendly cat now turned around
And led the Samurai
Along a path until they found
A small and lonely shrine
Right then a priest opened the door
And said “Please come inside,
“You poor men must be soaked and sore
Won’t you come by the fire?”
“We thank you, sir, and thank your friend”
The grateful men replied
“Without your cat us weary men
Would still be soaked outside
Your little friend brought fortune
So we bring fortune to you
A large and generous portion
Of our gold we give to you!”
And since that cold and stormy night
Great fortune will arrive
To anyone who finds in sight
This cat with paw raised high
Maneki Neko is his name
This cat with paw raised high
Such friendly cat though oddly strange
With his peculiar smile
child of a voluntary nightmare
These monsters
at my door are
my own creations, and
these demons
in my closet are
the children of my mind.
Every moment
my soul carries forth
new horrors, until
I can only cower behind
the flimsy shelter
of muttered prayers.
So save me from myself,
For I am vexed to a nightmare.
champagne butterflies
My heart flutters behind the walls
of my ribs, securely wedged between
the gasping, heaving flesh of
my twin yearning lungs.
My lungs strive and strain,
gulping greedily at every last atom
of oxygen that they can wring.
My ribs protect these fragile parts,
my most vulnerable places, but
even my ribs cannot keep you out.
You are in the air; every atom
is infused with the stardust of
your skin; every breath redolent
with the heat of your eyes.
You are the most potent drug I have
ever known, and I am addicted
to each puff, each draw, each gasp
of breath that draws you
ever deeper into my lungs from
where your powerful narcotic slips
into my bloodstream and follows
the great signs down the highway of my veins
to reach the inner chambers of my heart.
Each new injection of you
sets my heart to fluttering all over
again, until it bursts wide open—
and then all I have is
a dream, an addiction, and
a ribcage full of champagne butterflies.
