THE LOVE SLAYER
A beam of light doth shine upon
the empty log
thou sitting on
Thy mouth can not help but to laugh
to see pack
of talking cats.
"Good day" says he, the Persian
cat
a female nestled near his back,
her coat is brown, and full
of gloss,
her eyes as green as Irish moss.
The other cat, a
female too
enjoys nothing more to raise a coup
and with a
flowing coat of silky ginger
her eyes are but a crystal
glimmer.
Yet another one, who stands alone
attractive and
intellectually known
has but two eyes of the deepest brown
his
soft ebony fur cascading down.
And thou four cats enjoy to
talk,
about the river, about the rock
and yet the Persian one
replies,
Into the ginger's glossy eyes,
"He knew it
all along, you see,
about your feelings for him...that cat he,
and
as you mewed to him when walking away...
oh, what else could I
possibly say!"
The ginger cat, eyes now wet
reminisces
of the moments she spent
talking to the black-furred cat
and
regrets every single word she spat.
Noting the ginger's teary
delay,
the Persian feline walks away
his tail caressing the
homely face
of the female from "a better race."
And
the reddish feline stands alone
in a puddle of sadness to an
extent unknown
to shed no tear, for she can't change
the love
slayer's cruel, destructive sayings.
Now she loves the
blackened cat no more
knowing dead is now the love she hoped
for
for known he knows her feelings of
the ebony cat; tell no
creature of your love.