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The Moon’s Yellow Eyes										
After: The King in Yellow by Robert Chambers 
Situations righted by the assassination in Sheepshead Bay (alibied with difficulty under earth’s single moon), I curl up on the windowsill hissing at the pallid orb. Oh how, I long for my planet, Carcosa. I lick the remaining human poison from my claws. Yes, man-made poison, but I, I am the one who delivers— population control. 

Wilde, my mate, our transformed intermediary, brushes my coat. I purr. How oddly complacent Wilde has become. Once, he too walked on four legs. After our arrival on Earth and his change (We thought the change would regrow the ear I tore from him in his last life—) my mate became no more than a castrato. I do regret the torture which deprived him of two fingers on his right hand. (It made his job more difficult.) But, discipline was necessary.

the pestle crushes
poison white snakeroot:
yellow eyes shine 

Well, why am I telling you this? To that I would say, why not? Who on earth would believe a cat could talk?

The feline form has advantages in espionage. A petted and pampered puss can lure the reticent, overhear the loud-mouthed, two-footed, earthly baboons—with cunning, obtain information no human in their right mind would divulge to an enemy. As valet, advisor, disciplinarian to Wilde (and he to the earthlings), my position abides, a mere slap and tickle from the throats of power. My teeth, neck piercing weapons of choice; my claws scimitars of death drip with the blood of masters.  

One more night out. Wilde cat-like licks the scar on his damaged hand and stares at the invitation stamped with the Presidential seal. One more night, sweet puss and the reign of The Yellow King will begin.

Published by Illumen 2016

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 4/21/2017 1:23:00 PM
Carcosa : ) Intriguing, and then more intriguing again. Nicely concentrated.
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Date: 2/11/2017 4:01:00 PM
Imagination run wildee....Sara
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Date: 2/9/2017 4:19:00 PM
Very high-quality piece, ethereal and whimsical.
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Date: 1/27/2017 4:47:00 AM
An exquisite write, which chills as it mesmerizes..
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