2025.06.25

Caspian Bolero Simone.

A fancy name for an audacious chirp’n cat.

An adventurous tuxedo-wearing jazz head,

Dancing bop through my roughest of times.

Came to me from cold streets, but warmed my home,

Anxious around people, but always invited me near,

Playful with kitty roommates, rolling belly for a friend,

The softest swiping padder, shocked when claws hurt,

Athletic and graceful, never a rough jump or misprance,

Talkative as a human, without judgements and distaste,

Follower to many rooms, head bumper sharing grooves,

Listening contently to a song of nightly piano nocturnes.

If there is one blessing in this life, I can truly say,

It's not a human, possession, a time, nor place,

But the look on that cosmic kitty's purring face,

One excited glance enough to fill my day bright,

One scatter running craze to get me off my chair,

One chirp enough to converse my flow into night.

And when at my worst, when tears would not cease,

Or the voices in my head tied ropes around my neck,

He was the ever-present observer that kept me alive,

Gazing eye-to-eye, contemplating the meaning of life,

Sharing his reasons for living, and why I should strive.

A pet is dedication, the cutest divinity bequeathed,

How grateful am I, to have lived close side-by-side.

A warming bundle of purring fur,

My distant soul’s tender keeper,

A blend of our watching spirits.

If there’s been a savior in this world to me,

It was set upon his black and white fur,

Who took my many pains upon himself,

So I could get by my days and live again.

Reveal blissed this sacred existence with his being,

And we loved each other’s Sheen as honest colour,

And now, to Shadow returned, imbuing our eternal.

What can I say, I really loved that snappy–dressed chirp’n cat.

2025.06.20

You can have no claim to personal morality or social ethics,

If you’ve taken billions from the hardworking labour of others,

Who’s lives have suffered immensely for your immaculate gain,

While you toyed with poor people’s progress as a whimsical game,

Defunding and privatizing education, healthcare and social wellness.

You have ascended magnificently to the pyramids richest gold top,

Only to became the lowliest member inside the moral circle’s rings,

Below murderers and rapists whose terrible actions affect only a few,

For you’ve starved communities, ruined cities, and corrupted nations.

But richest selfish pleas shall be the least of our concerns,

When ethical considerations renew for the least of these.

2025.06.18_KITTYWOOF_ CULT OF SEVEN

Oh by, I’z tells ya, what a gather'n!

A full scrib'n of da most portant counted a'figures,

And a rabble of numerous numberless identifiers.

Lets see, of da counted cult, der was:

A devilish finance wolf from da gassy coiner woods,

An unlikeable weasel awkwardly shrew'n every side,

A batty prince slap’n an unhappy vampire fairy tale,

A diva vulture eye-roll'n brutal authority as a drama,

A border-eyed opossum shack'n as a welfare tourist,

A well-suited mountain mole bribe'n for top position,

And, of course,

A perverted old snake, poison'n everyone in filthy lies.

Behold! Da rulers of da wealthiest hoard'n world!

Do you feel der radiant shine from atop da mountain?

Dey all gathered in glow'n paradise, dat Cult of Seven,

Summit'n way high above heavenly mountain cloud’n,

It be'n a real opportune turn'n point for der enrichening.

Bu lo, look ye Seven Fools, da poor be die'n hillside below!

Yet, der festivities went as expected for dis slop-trop gang,

A full roundabout table jabber never get'n anyth'n real done,

All of em high a mountain hunting, hosted by dat hungry wolf.

But I'z didn't see a monarch's chair der, so least dat was fair.

And as per usual,

It took da iridescent feathers of a crow ta cackle a truth fierce,

Swoop'n smart a full display across da hiss of dat snaky tyrant,

While a culty crew deliberated how dey should pose for a smile.

And most luckily, der was no stink'n rats invited,

Thou, dat snake tried its best ta stir sewer stank.