Wednesday, 3 September 2025

A cat guarding a magical artifact


 


Up on my ledge, 

I slave away,  

sleeping for hours, snoring away


I have been requisitioned to withhold,
the ancient knowledge that's yet to be discovered and told.

It's tiring I say,
as I want also to be free,
go out there and join in the frenzy...

of what lays beyond the window-sill,
I stay quiet and then sometimes 
I can hear something, 
resting tranquil.

This scroll I think lays hidden beneath,
the box squeezed in a ball,
near my feet.

I'm a curious cat 
one could say,
a million times an hour, I'm about to reach out
and bounce that ball in play.

But the assignment was to touch-it-not,
and I'm already on my eight life
am I not?

I better behave and stay put,
within these four walls

I jump, play and co-exist
With this scroll,
without which the world 
would probably lose it all

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2 comments:

  1. You have developed the prompt so beautifully. It's such a sweet poem.

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    1. Thank you Marietta! That’s so sweet and kind of you to say 😘💕

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