POETRY - Out of Hairballs

Out of Hairballs

Erte

MEOW

My jewels sparkle and gleam in the light,
With rainbows of color prisming bright,
Cabochon rubies demanding respect,
For the pigeon blood fire that they project.
My sapphires are cold as royal pleasure,
Fathomless depths with price beyond measure.
Pearls, plump and pink, baroque gems from the sea,
Are nature's answer to adversity.
Banked fires of opals, so understated,
Consort with diamonds, so overrated.
But none can compare to the sweet surprise,
Of lovely Li'l Blackie's emerald eyes.

THE CAT COVEN

In front of the fireplace, they formed a circle of sort,

United in purpose, four cats convened as a court.

Firelight flickered on the cruel marks each feline bore,

Worn as their badges of courage and ribbons of war.

They then spoke in turn - Bootsie, Tootsie, Puddin' and Pie.

Bootsie told the story of how she had lost her eye,

Tootsie's ragged and torn ear was a source of deep shame

And both poor Puddin' and Pie were permanently lame.

The hulking Siamese lascar who haunted their yard

Threatened everyone's life and left them beaten and scarred.

The decision was made that their freedom must be won,

As each one determined something final must be done.

"Bring the Athane to be consecrated to our cause,"

Said Bootsie, then she tested its sharpness with her paws.

"Tonight we seek our vengeance, tonight we stand and fight,

We will protect ourselves from this terror of the night."

Pie opened the Book of Shadows and found the right place

While Puddin' gathered the catnip, rosemary and mace

To fill the censer that purified their magic plane

And readied the circle for the black-hilted Athane.

The rituals were read and the items were arranged,

Then before their eyes, the bright bejeweled sword was changed,

Emanating a green light and a life of it's own,

Straining to pierce flesh and hungry to cut to the bone.

The great sword shot into the air and flew out the door,

Their messenger of vengeance from ancient witch's lore.

Once again they formed their circle to manipulate

The double-edged instrument which would now change their fate.

The air crackled as the mighty blade sped true and fair,

Finding, then lifting the big brute high into the air.

Howling and hissing, in a loud angry commotion,

To the Isle of Man he was borne across the ocean.

The sword returned triumphant and they offered their thanks

For transporting the now tailless bully to the isle of the manx.

With their witch's broom, they swept the pentagram away

And looked forward with joy to a peaceful new day.

TEA TIME

Let's take a break, Miss Kitty, and have a cup of tea,
Make yourself at home, Miss Kitty, sit here next to me.
Why, thank you, Mr. Katz, I surely could use a rest.
After a hard day at work, I'll gladly be your guest.

I had to be up early to wake them from their sleep,
You wouldn't believe the late hours those people keep,
Then I rushed downstairs to show them which food I preferred
And after a few false starts, she finally concurred.

I sat on their morning newspapers, pressed them so nice,
Then I had to make my plans to catch those kitchen mice.
Sitting in the window, I guarded the house all day,
Warning burglars and the neighbor's dog to stay away.

I was vigilant in my duty, I'd never shirk,
And was waiting by the door when they came home from work.
They both needed to be kneaded, muscles all up tight,
Knowing I would be there to make everything all right.

Tonight she cooked bouillabaisse, a fine kettle of fish,
And the choicest morsels found their way into my dish.
Although I like her coq au vin and her fricassee,
Nothing is as tasty as the flavors of the sea.

Before I could go to rest, I had to warm their beds,
Prepare all their sheets and pillows for their weary heads.
Now I can relax and have tea with you, my old friend,
It's been a lovely way for a lovely day to end.

SHIT IN A SHOE

Tom asked for his favorite treat

But I wouldn't leave my soft seat.

He sat in the 'loo

And shat in my shoe,

His feline revenge quite complete.

Hissey Mae Muscadine Eyes