Felidae, this plane of moons,
Cattus sylvestris, two in tune,
Life on the periphery - in a chosen exile,
So loose in the library, encryptions in ribbons.
Hail the spiral and she takes a hand,
Sweet familiarity - the lady,
In flashes of silver she waits by the woodpile,
Dressed to thrill and kill.
"Cat on the prowl, or a rat in a hole, what do you want to be?"
Silver speaks.
"When will you cross and greet the dogs?"
Edges fray as stories find form,
By the campfire cats will curl,
Tattoo these patterns into web of the spider,
Who nurtures her cocoon prey brethren.
Train hurtles on to the center of the web,
Who knows but she will the fabric give or hold,
In flashes of silver she waits by the woodpile,
Dressed to thrill and kill.
"Cat on the prowl, or a rat in a hole, what do you want to be?"
Silver speaks.
"When will you cross and greet the dogs?"
Silver speaks.
The cackling hyena, snarling wild dog, proud and pretty wolves,
Archetypes of contempt, hold the stare and the fox might understand,
But cats will walk alone.
Now go the worlds my own my lady, and she runs and the pack howl at her back,
The corvids come in droves, the jackdaw cackles from her shoulder dressed in black,
So wave those scarlet garlands by the night and dogs beware!
Cat claw lust in a corner, takes new ground now,
Wear the archetype - Reach for flint now,
When will the pussycat marry, and meet the wildcat?
"Cat on the prowl, or a rat in a hole, what do you want to be?"
Silver speaks.
"When will you cross and greet the dogs?"
Silver speaks,
Silver speaks,
Silver speaks.
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