MagiStream

Howling to the Moon; warden of earth, bed of fallen stars.
Void beneath, abyss above.
Fingers of wind
Hands of light
Bless this creature a meal tonight.

a circle and a spiral
a never ending cycle
over and over in double time.

White on grey
A face on a spot
Don't be led astray
They can read your thoughts

Handsome charmer, feline fair
Ice-sky eye and snow white hair
Nose as pink as the dawn's first bloom
Envied by both the sun and the moon.

Your eyes, they pierce like ice-laden arrow
Judging all who fall in their gaze so narrow
What are the thoughts of someone so soft and petite?
Do you judge our hearts or simply just want a treat?

Pink is my skirt and pink is my bow,
Lavender sweater and lavender toes.
I practice my spells
Since I don't fly well,
And I carry a staff that can glow.

I lurk beneath the ocean depths
Living amongst the shipwrecks
So happy with my treasure hoard
No knights to come with flails or swords
I swim about in utter bliss
What an awful shame, that,
Not everyone lives like this

In the morning, the sun rises
On the arched back of a waking cat.
Its bright glory floats through the sky
As the cat's tail slinks proudly down the street.
As evening draws, it falls slowly
And the cat lays down gently.
Through the night, absent of sun,
The cat runs unburdened.

Small and petite,
Legs thin and yet fleet,
A coat so spotted with white
To hide from the fight.

Beautiful creature
Who patters among hay,
Flicking ears and stomping hoof
As they go their way.

Shurprrishe! You're caught
Pink aand puurrplee relaxing ash shhe
Cardsh a shkein aandd weavesh more
of her beloved ribbonsh.

WWhat doesh shhee do wid dem?
Mere adornment? Or, do her ...hic... ribbbonsh
Wind ...hic... shome shtwand oof fate?
Perhapsh yoou shhould ...hic... ashk a faavor?

Frolic, jump, and weave
through
the greener than green
fields.
A blue blur.
With a coy grin
it dances around.
A creature unknown
of magic and wit.
It scares some.
It smiles at some.
But most of all
it wants to have fun.