A tribute poem to everyone's favorite conjuring cat. Apology for all the random lines. My computer's messed up, so that's how I do stanza breaks... -beats computer- If you want to see what it's supposed to look like, visit my deviant. The link's on my profile.
Mistoffelees/Quaxo does not belong to me... unfortunately...
Never underestimate the little black one.
He's a feisty little fellow, leaping about
with that goofy grin on his face.
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The queens love him
The older ones dote on him like a favored grandson
(for all we know, that's what he might be!)
while the others cuddle and cavort
with our favorite little tom.
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You may think that's all he is at first –
A young, spoiled kitten.
But would he gain the respect of not one
but all
the toms if that's true?
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There's more to this one…
Hiding behind his deep brown eyes is
a knowledge beyond his – and many
others' – years.
He's known both tragedy and
joy, experienced both
love and loss.
He's learned from his mistakes
and has laughed in good grace
at himself after every one.
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Child Prodigy…
Chosen One…
Diamond in the Rough…
All these and more only just
scratch the surface.
He can perform tricks and stunts the others
would never dare attempt,
even in the safety of their slumbering dreams.
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Just by appearing, he steals the
spotlight with ease.
But he prefers to watch others from afar,
drinking in their actions and knowledge,
feasting upon the stories they share.
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One day, will destiny call upon him to
step up and take charge?
Will his name earn a place
next to those of legend?
Will he be immortalized as an inspiration
to future generations?
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For now, his future is shrouded
in shadow, hovering just out of sight.
For now, he is content to busy himself
with work and play, family and friends.
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But one day, as we all know, this
Conjuring Cat
will rise above all others and
perform the impossible.