C.W. Bryan Poet Metrical Tale

Tale of Two Cats Chasing a Toy

Like the North Wind,
Sent by Boreas
to lay driven snow, pure
and white, an ivory
whirlwind blows
through my living room.
The rodent, pink as 
embarrassment, flies 
with the speed of a
crossbow bolt loosed at
full tension. It’s woolen
body, firm but pliable.
The ashen animals
bear claws sharp as
thorns, attacking with the
ferocity of a defensive
rose garden. They strive 
for the kill, dilated pupils
take on the shape of
fully waxed moons, the color 
of pitch; an eclipse of
bloodlust. Eagerly, but 
methodically the blanched
aggressors approach the
rosy mouse and with
muscles tensed, as taut as 
moorings, they leap.
Their lithe, slim, dextrous
bodies fly through the
air. In a blizzard of ferocity
the rodent is struck down
and the ivory whirlwind
abates back into a pile
of freshly driven snow. 

1/12/23 for “Metrical Tale” 
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