|Posted on Sunday, December 18, 2005 - 08:03 pm: |
Just wanted to take a moment and thank LS for an informative year on a number of subjects and fiction too!
In another thread, LS had mentioned that Rocky would munch a kitten if necessary. While thinking about this today I thought surely this deserves a bizarre poem. So I whipped one up
Kitten’s last love/death ode to Lucius
On that far and desolate mountaintop,
Lucius, exhausted, wounded, flopped,
starving, trapped in wintery snowy slop.
Flat on his back and struggling to move,
drowning in snowflakes failing to soothe,
conserving his energy and relaxed in mood.
Enter the kitten in this unlikely scene,
dimly aware, Lucius wonders what it must mean,
as hunger pains remind an opportunity seen.
Kitten approaches going straight for the head,
Lucius understands how predators are bred,
restraining, remaining still to be fed.
Lucius considers going for the throat
with teeth or perhaps with hands to choke
but maybe it’s better for bones to be broke.
To savor the kitten in limited bites
a paw or two to prevent his flight
or just to take the tail on this fortunate night!
Kitten wise perhaps to his plan
approaching, avoiding his outstretched hand
does this kitten truly understand?
Kitten now about his face
eye to eye, space to space
paw upraised no time for grace.
But it’s the kitten who begins to nibble
but not upon Lucius’ meaty middle
but prefers instead the hoary, bearded brittle.
Lucius too weak to retaliate
Lucius unable to initiate
Lucius too dry to expectorate.
When death seems certain we see the clue
is it a team approaching is this their hue
and cry that one cannot deny animal rescue!
Here they are and hear their words,
“Oh you poor kitten!” “No one deserves
to be abandoned!” “Oh the nerve!”
With tender care they take the kitten
their words continue to convey their smitten
love while Lucius lies perhaps frost-bitten.
Now at last they turn to the man
who they believe must have had this plan
to rescue lost kitten from this dangerous land.
Returned to safety they compliment his brave
actions and noble deed with fervent accolade
while Lucius wants nothing more than to wave them away.
And at last Lucius ends his involuntary fast.
|Posted on Sunday, December 18, 2005 - 09:48 pm: |
Wow, nobody ever wrote me a poem before. That's pretty weird. Now let's stop...okay.
|Posted on Monday, December 19, 2005 - 02:43 pm: |
Didn't intend to freak anyone out...
But poems and songs are forms that tend to backfire.
Such is the curse of poetry
|Posted on Monday, December 19, 2005 - 02:53 pm: |
Yes it is.