Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Feline Overlords

Through a pale green moonlit night
with bright shining minds
they descended.
Tails erect
all whiskered vanities
and sleek furs.
Perfect four pawed landings.

The Gods
Sphinx: Overseer of stone and sand.
KukulKhan: Whitefoot Cloudwalker-
illuminant snake eyed sister
The Kings
Jungles and mountains
Savannah and suburbia
Psychic black witches
Monks without bowls
Observers, companions,
Teachers.

The Cool
The poets and the blowers
ninth dimensional shadows
inhabiting the dark
fast friendly ferocious fanged
masters of night and day
they littered the Earth
the ultimate galactic colonists.

and the newlings - so cute...

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10 Comments:

Blogger ozymandiaz said...

My masters applaud your effort. They want you to know you have moved up the list of the favored, just don’t forget your place…

Wednesday, June 28, 2006 7:20:00 AM  
Blogger Cecilia said...

"Perfect four pawed landings"...*purr* purrfect description, written to be seen in the mind's eye.

The tone of the first part of the poem and the background color of your blog reminded me of "The owl and the pussycat..." :)

Hauntingly wicked poem, Glenn.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006 7:53:00 AM  
Anonymous Shirley said...

fast friendly ferocious fanged masters of night and day...I think I know them from somewhere...let me think.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006 7:57:00 AM  
Blogger katy said...

mine's playing with a milk-top swirly plastic lid thing in the bathtub (no water of course).

talk about cute.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006 5:49:00 PM  
Blogger abhay k said...

Hi Glenn,
The beauty is spread all around the poem but you achieve perfection in the end..the last line ..."and the newlings - so cute..."
loved it
cheers!

Thursday, June 29, 2006 12:24:00 AM  
Blogger Scheherazade said...

"...the poets and the blowers..."

your words elevate and give them stature. you make them walk upright.

very theatrical. this would make a great musical . . . ;-)

Thursday, June 29, 2006 7:36:00 AM  
Blogger rch said...

Hey Glenn, love the alliteration, especially at the end, though I have to admit I'm a dog kind of guy. Take care,

Bob

Thursday, June 29, 2006 9:24:00 AM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

Ozy.. you have masters?
Cecilia.. Thank you ma'am. Purrhaps you read my mynd.
Shirley, for shame - how did they let you forget!
katY - our one is 19 and still acts like a kitten at times. Seems the newling already has you well trained.
Abhay - only the perfect can have seen the perfect. Cheers
:-)
Yasmin- Thank you. I must say that to my eternal shame I have neither seen or heard "Cats".
Bob- Thanks, don't let Ozy see that. Hope all is well in waterworld.

Friday, June 30, 2006 12:16:00 PM  
Blogger rohn bayes said...

killers
to taste the bird inside the bird
is a thrumminng feeling
it's not dead it's
been transposed and
deposited on my neighbor's door

yeah i'm a dog guy too
but i did enjoy the poem
monks without bowels
was my favorite line

Tuesday, July 04, 2006 7:06:00 AM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

Thanks rohn, I see a bit of medical dictionary creep in there, but that is my favourite line too (along with the poets and the blowers)
Cheers
Glenn

Tuesday, July 04, 2006 11:50:00 AM  

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