Purple Cat's Cataphony

A butterflied eye
blinking stars do shine 
on every beating wing
as birds softly sing
to silver maned unicorns dancing in a ring 
of dragons snapping webs of woven silk
In a swirl of clouds made of milk
a towering blue filled sky 
high diving wheels do fly
on a hundred tuxedoed marching bears
humming out sweet honeyed airs
a hammering anvil octopus with tentacles uproarious
playing a melancholy song
on harps long gone
to sea depths of whales
clicking tongues with their tails 
while dolphins do a trick to a metronomic tick.
Purple waves a thousand string bows
as I pull out a petrol coloured rose
from everybody's nose
children burst out a laughing bubble
on a policeman turning into a clown
frozen stiff with a frown
a bassoon the size of an elephant bellowing out such eloquence
with oboes and clarinets that slither and snake their way
blowing bugles into bubblets parping out little trumpelets
and saxophones rippling out dancing skeletones 
that shatter cymbals and kettle drums into smithereens
blue tongued lizards fingering their zithers
And last but not least a thousand nimble mice who play piccolos on ice
The performance now takes on a darker tone. Is that a flash of lightning?
Do ominous clouds roll in across the sky? 
A belated troop of grinning baboons
Sawing double basses
gnashing teeth and pulling faces
As I wave my wand to whistle forth a dark cloaked demon
from an infernal region
to hit grand piano keys bringing the crowd to their knees
blackened sulphuric fingers spread
Inspiring some unholy dread
as cloven hoof beasts clamour
and witches dance enamoured by yer fiery guest 
who draws out hell at yer own behest
Purple Cat rings a bell and the whole artifice fell.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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July 31, 2026 at 8:50 PM
A playful conductor of harmless wonder, or A more ambiguous figure whose creativity edges into destructive power. Right now, it beautifully holds both possibilities in tension.
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