fredag 14 oktober 2016

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fredag 7 oktober 2016

The Seventh Day of October in the Year of our Lord 2016

With a scowl and a hiss,
It lets me know that something is amiss.
It lets out a desperate howl,
and I can hear it´s insides growl.

For It is hungry and a master prowler,
making all nearby souls in the shadows cower.

Things It likes to eat?
Creatures with tiny feet!
Ant, beatle and ladybug,
It swallows them all in one big chug.

For It loves to masticate,
creepy crawlies with legs of eight.
But, alas, spidy doesn´t do much to the Beasts unending apetite sate,
It always returns home - it is It´s fate.

It´s favorite, an absolut treat,
is better than all the bug meat.
The reason It home ran,
is the gushy food that comes out of a can.

When It has eaten, It´s belly comfortably round,
It´s humors are more benevolent and sound.
With a purr It lazily stretches on It´s back,
daring me, to see if I the courage lack. 

I am brave, I have no fear,
so I reach down to scratch It´s ear.
Quickly, from nowhere, a clawed paw
scrathing my tender flesh,raw!

For the Beast is the fiercest hunter you ever saw.

torsdag 10 april 2014

The Tenth Day of April in the Year of our Lord 2014

In a night sky of purple swirls,
in deep wells where darknes curls.

Over the meadow,wet with dew,
sliding across the gargoyles charcoal hue.

A breeze curious to discover it´s way,
carefully making daffodil and ivy sway.

Up on a hill the Beast with an apprentis sit,
a tiny beeing-not more than a kit.

The breeze gently tousles the Beasts well groomed hair,
playfully purring in the young ones ear.

With a delightful sigh it continues it´s way through the night,
playing among the clouds and tree tops-happy as a kite.

onsdag 31 juli 2013

The Thirty-first Day of July in the Year of our Lord 2013

Far away in the darkness there´s a Nebula that some say will purr,
It´s inhabitants watches over little Beasts clad in fur.
Here on this earth the Beast is watching the sky,
it´s sitting quiet-wondering why.

Then for a friend awfully dear,
it sings a lament for all to hear.
It rings out over hill and moor,
into the ears of rich and poor.
Reaching far into the Heavens where it will forever soar.

Taking hold in the soul of those who hear,
a sorrow to deep for one little beast to bear.
It makes a home in the hearts of big and small,
a bottomless shadow some it will call.

The Nebula lovingly looks down on our Beast,
promising that one day they will once more together feast.
On the souls of the creatures big and small,
one day it will break through that forever wall.

At night it sits staring up at the moon,
longing for the day they will meet again.
One day,but not too soon.

måndag 29 juli 2013

After surviving a personal tragedy,we´re BACK!! :)

måndag 11 mars 2013

The Eleventh Day of March in the Year of our Lord 2013

It sits in the window staring at the tree,
watching the birds-tasty treats to be.
No doubt wishing it could partake in the magic outside,
staring-it´s eyes open wide.

Parading back and forth on the window sill,
wishing the window gone by pure will.
Oh, the mayhem it could cause out there!
As the object not only I, but tiny birds would fear.

Sneaking up on the unsuspected squirrel,
from it´s branch the Beast it would hurl!
Oh, what a fine meal it would make,
then to continue the feast on the friends that came to it´s wake.

Sucking worms straight out of the ground,
a never ending treasure chest it has found!
Sitting there staring, on the window sill.
These are the thought that the Beast´s mind thrill.

tisdag 19 februari 2013

The Nineteenth Day of February in the Year of our Lord 2013
A loud bang and a scream,
as if taken from a bad dream.
It´s drawing me towards the kitchen door- Oh what terrifying madness may it store?!

In the kitchen there is nothing,
except from the echoes of danger that ring.

Then, again, a loud bang now from within the cupboard,
where I groceries hoard.
The cupboard itself seems to howl with rage,
soon unable to the mayhem cage.

With hands trembling I reach out to open the door,
and is almost knocked to the floor.
By a shadow fast as lightning,
I have never seen something so frightening!

Tail straight in the air,
a mass of frenzy hair.
Sneaking in there for a quiet place to groom,
The Beast instead got sealed in a spicy tomb!

It comes at me hissing,
and I think to myself- no sudden moves or I a finger will be missing.
It is clearly out for revenge,
I can tell from it´s hellish stench.
Then, when I think that things couldn´t get worse,
the Beasts friend sneaks up behind me- that retched curse!

Quickly I grab a can from the cupboard shelf- Oh, I pray this will help!
From the can the smell of liver in gravy spreads in the air,
turning these demons into cuddly fur balls and my life is once again spared....