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

19:08
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.

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

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

23:54
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.

The Nineteenth Day of February in the Year of our Lord 2013
 
17:05
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.... 

The Eighteenth Day of February in the Year of our Lord 2013

16:51
On the subject of vomit,
that shoots out of the Beast like a comet.
When ever it is in the mood,
to not properly digest it´s food.
I could write today, tomorrow and all week long,
about all the ways it is wrong.

I wash it from cushions, table cloths and books- while it just sits there,
giving me innocent looks.
On the sofa, the carpet and on floors it smugly sprays whats inside- Oh this is more
than I can abide!

The pile of goo I just stepped in,
to socks and bare feet is a sin!
But I fear that this is a battle I can not win,
because the only response I get is a great big grin.