Scribbledehobbledehoyden: The Magpie's Eye: Page 107

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More of the anticipatory elegy to what was one of the great cats of our time:

Mere youth today can best your strength 

yet still today you plead

for us to open the door to valor

one more charge, one last fight 

Which completes the first draft.  Now I try to lend the poem structure:

The aged warrior sleeps

Curled by the wood stove fire

All who feline glory seek

Need seek not one hair higher

Which being sucky, I began afresh:

The aged warrior sleeps

Curled by the wood stove fire

All ye who martial glory seek

Look here and look no higher.

Which is better.  We start again:

The aged warrior sleeps

Curled by the wood stove fire

All you who martial glory seek

Stop here and look no higher

And on to the second stanza:

Bold slaughterer of mice and snakes

God's  punisher of birds

Nemesis of young opossums

Oblivious to words

We're starting to get somewhere now.  Stay tuned.

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