Merlin the Magic Cat

I felt a probe of feline eyes While Merlin stretched on sun-drenched sill; He mentioned he dislikes cat-guise And yearned to be a wizard still, Then, thanking for adopting him, He scratched his bell-and-collared neck, Admitting it was not a whim That brought him on this cross-time-trek. From sun-filled spot he gave a hop But clang and tumbled to his face-- I jump, he laughed, but cannot stop, So wish to be a hawk with grace; Now come, dear Wart, let's rise and soar Look down and watch clogged traffic snake, Behold man's plight: crime, hate, and war, Don't let this be the world you make … Alighting in a foggy wood, Smudged, angry faces chided me: Pull sword from stone, lad, if you could And king to us you'll ever be! How lonely this, my providence, Gruff crowd, where's Merlin? … tell me how! Cold hilt in hand, new confidence: That hawk just swooped and squawked "meow". October 18, 2022 Merlin The Magic Cat Poetry Contest Mystic Rose Rose, Sponsor