Tis not the end of the world, my friend.
Nine lives I have
and don’t you see?
I’ve really only been through three.
Tsk, tsk, so you say.
These tusks did push us off the land
but sails they’re not,
without the wind.
Then I shall cat-call to the moon,
plead to lunar-up a breeze.
But you so heavy at the knees,
we’ll still be deadweight in the seas.
Your kitty croons, so pitiful and small,
my BAALOOs shall loudly do the trick.
I’ll proudly call up mighty Orca
and she will surely solve our plight.
Suddenly their boat was perched
atop a dorsal fin
as waves did froth and start to spin,
and winds did help them soar. . .
beyond the land of different,
one so big and one so wee.
She looked up and he looked out
to navigate the troubled seas.
Readers heed this little tale
as you doth scan my words.
An elephant and a cat at sea,
sealed their fate successfully.
He did this and she did that
with moon and stars
and wind and whales.
Absolutely no buts allowed.
And thus they sailed,
the elephant and the cat,
into a new and verdant land ~
designed to house the everyone and all.
This is my second post for dVerse today, the virtual pub for poets, where I’m hosting and asking folks to choose one of four images from talented artist Catrin Welz-Stein.
The first post, with another image, is Primitive Folk Tale.
Some fabulous poems have been posted using Catrin’s images. Thank you again, Catrin, for letting us be inspired by your artwork!