Alleycat

Bow,
To the pug faced monarch
Of the city streets.

A scepter of fishbone and a cloak of black
The adorning emerald eyes
Under the synonym of Cat

Reigning Thirteen O’clock, Witchcraft’s Familiar
Chalk and pentagrams
Manifesting Rodent fear.

The first was lost, Midnight battle
Torn ears and broken tail
Now a meow with wheezing rattle.

Young squires had to test their surety of feet,
Lives two and three,
Rushing ground had come to meet.

Having disproved such fallacy,
Life four was taken
Being disbelieving in magnanimity.

Five,Death himself had come to collect.
Having eaten the rat,
upon which the Plague had been set.

Six was a stormy night high wire act
That proved that lightning conductors
Could be made of cat.

Seven by far was lost with most grace
Saving the pretty Persian
From the Baker’s wooden mace.

Poetic justice was the end of Eight
Choking on a fishbone
Karma was now a subject of hate.

Experience was mentor, to the wily ninth life
Ruling with passion and wisdom
Now a harem as wife.

Bow,
To the pugfaced ruler
Of the city streets.

Bow,
To the Alleycat king.



Paul

I saw one of those war veteran cats...So i was inspired to write this.
Something completely unrelated... Let me try something. INNOVA JC INNOVA INNOVA I@FUN INNOVA JUNIOR COLLEGE INNOVA AD ASTRA such and such. Now this blog should be monitored. Heh. Help me keep the copyright in check, my good man. :P