The Cat to Living With Jigsaw
A cat becomes the source of terror
A source of terror becomes a roommate
The Cat (story poem)
He is lurking there for me
Darkened eyes of night
Emitting pail moon light
It was the cat
Hence I harkened to the menace
As he beckoned Come pray see
He brushed by near the floor
Then slammed and locked the door
It was the cat
With disgust I climbed a lattice
To a window near its tree
What face awaited there
Demonic was his glare
It was the cat
Through the window into my place
Hapless thought I now stood free
For there atop my stairs
To end my life’s affairs
It was the…
Terror and a little fun rule this story poem. This poem uses two types of rhymes and chorus. Lines one and two rhyme with lines one and two in all of the stanzas. Lines three and four rhyme with themselves within each stanza Lines four and five form the chorus. The poem stops abruptly. I wonder why.
Arlene wanted a cat. Because we both worked, the pet shop owner thought it best if we considered a more mature cat instead of a kitten. So I got Arlene a two year old Siamese cat. She named it Alexandra. In the beginning everything was going well, except for the money Arlene was spending on her baby. Alexandra had to have a tree house and all the latest toys, not to mention the food. Arlene's baby couldn't have just ordinary cat food. About six months went by and while we were away the cat started clawing up Arlene's stuff. Not mine. Just Arlene's stuff. Her clothes, her books, her records, her candles, anything the cat could find. And only when it was left alone. Arlene got the help of a cat lady, Ruth, to find out what was wrong with her little girl. Ruth was not a specialist. She was just a person who owned a lot of cats. She loved Alexandra. After observing our family over some tea, Ruth knew the problem. The cat took to me. I belonged to the cat. Arlene was threat. We thought that the cat lady was crazy, until Arlene and I started to notice Alexandra watching us while we were kissing and/or hugging. The cat had to go. Ruth was more than happy to take the cat. Had something more happened?
The world is full of surprises. Things that we can't explain or choose not to explain. A special song suddenly playing wile we are kissing. The moon finding its way through the clouds just for us to see. We think of a place that we have never seen or known about before and suddenly there it is. I'm certain we can all add to this list. The problem with surprises is: if they happen too often, they can become common place. This is more of a human thing than a surprise problem. I bring this out because there is one surprise greater than them all. And even though this surprise is constantly changing, most of us have gotten too use to it. Worse yet, we are led to believe that other surprises are somehow better. There is no greater surprise than the one in our mirror. And there is one way to show our appreciation. Enjoy.
Back to the poem: Macabre "The Cat Came Back"
What if you had to live with a monster
Billy is a puppet that has appeared in the Saw franchise. It was used by John Kramer (a.k.a. Jigsaw) to communicate with his test subjects by delivering recorded messages, describing the details of his traps and the means by which the test subjects could survive. What if, for some reason, we had to live with Billy, I mean John, I mean Jigsaw. Chris Capel looks into this sick question for us.
Of course the best advise is: do not move in with Billy, I mean John, I mean Jigsaw. "Living With Jigsaw"
Thank you for stopping by and your kind support
Please leave a comment with your opinion, feedback and/or suggestion(s) or just say hi.
If you missed or want to enjoy a previous edition visit the Blog Archive (on the right column).
Don't forget to bookmark and/or follow http://mhatter99.blogspot.com/
(Sometimes videos may load slow.)
Share Poetry and Viral Videos with a friend
There is a vitality, a life force, an energy,
a quickening, that is translated through you
into action, and because there is only one of you
in all time, this expression is unique.