"Mognificent" by Dido WalkerMy mog was a deity!
He preached 'mongst the laity, His sabre claws rattling! Whining, opining, al-fresco dining, His cacophonic symphony Emanated nightly from dustbin dens In discreet back alleyways. His footmen, his valets, My mum, myself, my son, All marvelled how he was the only one Collected in a crisis. (Related to God Isis, We thought, as we caught His Cheshire smirk, upon the lawn.) Languorously he'd lain there, sun-warm, All the while his eye upon Prowlers and yowlers happening by. Feline Cohorts, Kittenish Cavorts, Neighbourhood Forays Writhing like morays, Snarling, yawning Fighting 'neath awnings, Cars, and undergrowth. Tangling, angling and loath To let up , get up, claws out Hair-raised, tongues out, Old Wisdom-spitting.... He'd lain there purring, sitting, Revelling in his nine lives... I never wonder why Cats hiss at the dark sky, Flames filling their eyes. Keeping their counsel, wise, Basking by homely hearth fires, Whiskers like wires, Respected, cultivated..... Cats.. playing" domesticated." The seer race feel svelte. They're only seen and felt When and as they will: diving into shadows, leaping into light. Blaze on, shapeshifters! Ghosthunters! Beasts of 2nd sight! By Dido. F.Walker copyright 29/08/2015 edited: 10/11/2020 Photo by Eduardo Mallmann on Unsplash |
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