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Monday, November 26, 2012

Eóin and Lorcán (Intro)



Tom was a ginger cat with a badly damaged ear
Who roamed the towns of Mayo, Claremorris being near
On a cold and wet autumn day when the rain was pelting down
Tom ran through a garden wide, hoping to be found.

Out came a tiny human, jumping in the puddles
He spotted poor ol’ freezing Tom, and gave him tons of cuddles.
Tom was not used to love, he was an awfully lonely cat
But this human boy, so full of joy, plucked him from where he sat.

The boy was very warm and gentle, careful not to squeeze
Shaking Tom, who was dripping wet, curled upon his knees.
“Pretty cat,” said the boy, smiling with perfect glee
“I’ll keep you dry, so don’t you cry!” he said after a sneeze.

Wrapping Tom up in a jumper, the boy watched him sleep
With purring sounds and fluffed up fur as soft as the wool of sheep.
He ran inside to tell his Mom who didn’t mind at all
If Tom stayed in the yard during the wet and chilly fall.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Levi's Lucky Star

Lucky boy Levi clumsily tripped upon star
Fallen from the twilight sky up so very far.
He pulled it from the glittering snow in which it was stuck
Thinking that this splendid star might just bring him luck.

In his pocket he dropped the star that shone out so bright
That Levi's shadow was hidden by the glowing halo light.
Frozen by the winter cold, he hurried to get back home
Hopping in the perfect snow that reminded him of foam.

Very slowly and very quietly, Levi opened the door
And slid through the little crack lit across the floor.
Sneaking on tipy-toe, he avoided the creaking planks
Making sure to make no noise lest his mother wakes.

He nearly reached his bedroom door that was so very close
But half way past the sitting room, Levi suddenly froze!
Cozily by the cracking fire his father sat alone
Sure to see the blazing light that from Levi's pocket shone.

Closing both his fearful eyes, Levi waited to hear
His father's voice, so angry and course, ringing in his ear.
Three long seconds had finally gone without a single sound
Other than his father's snore mixed with his heartbeat's pound.

Levi sighed with great relief and scurried to his bed
Jumping in without delay and laying down his head.
But before he closed his sleepy eyes, the star he did withdraw
And wished a wish for a little sis from Mr. Santa Claus.
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Then under his pillow he hid the star so no one would ever know
But shortly after he fell asleep, the star lost its glow.
Morning came with the rising sun, but Levi didn't wake
Until his mom kissed his head and gave him a little shake.

“Levi Dear, my lucky boy, there is something I have to tell.
Our family is going to grow by one. My belly is going to swell.”
Levi jumped up from his bed, excitement showing in his eyes
Never in his short three years had he received such a surprise.

“Is a girl? Is it a girl?” Levi eagerly asked.
“It is, my dear, a little girl. You're a big brother at last.”
Bouncing upon his comfy bed, Levi shouted with delight
While his mother watched lovingly her son take to flight.

His mother left her joyful son who laughed for quite some time
Until he realized that just last night he made a wish in rhyme.
“Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight.
I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.”

Remembering at last the shining star, he pushed his pillow aside
Revealing nothing but shimmering dust where the star once lied.
Smiling a smile rather large, Levi said goodbye
But not before thanking the star for his sister Morgan Skye.  

Thursday, November 8, 2012

The Goomba Lurp


Chesnie was a little girl just about your age
Snatched up by a Goomba Lurp and locked up in a cage!
A very pretty girl she was with manners kind and sweet.
The perfect kind of little girl that Goomba's love to eat.
Walking through the flower garden, Chesnie had no clue
That waiting quietly in the pond was a Goomba colored blue.
All the frogs croaked out load to scare Chesnie away
But the little girl giggled instead thinking they wished to play.
She bent down close and turned her head to listen all the more
To the frogs who croaked so much that their throats were very sore.
The Goomba Lurp spread his toes with webs between each one
Then he drove right in without a noise-of splashes there were none.
He swam and slithered like a snake with horns all down his tail
Baring teeth of an awful green and as sharp as a wire nail.
Two bulging eyes glared at the girl, who pulled back her hair
To keep her locks from getting wet, she took extra care.
The Goomba Lurp saw his chance and grabbed the little girl
But just before he dragged her down, she was spotted by a squirrel.
Flicking his tail in wild fear, the squirrel ran up the tree
Chirping to friends, to birds and deer, and even to the bees.
While the animals scampered above, Chesnie was pulled below
Held on tight by the Goobma Lurp who's hunger started to grow.
Into the cage he threw the girl, then locked it with a key
Given to him as a birthday gift from the Loch Ness of the sea.
It was fire-proof and unbreakable, impossible to undo
Swallowed by the Goomba Lurp and he didn't even chew.
An evil laugh escaped his gut and shook poor Chesnie's cage
So she shrilly shrieked in his ear, causing a red hot rage.
“Quiet you! I'll eat you up! Just you wait and see,”
“I'll have you with some filleted fish, or maybe even brie!”
Another laugh burst out loud as he cackled at his joke.
He laughed so hard, he couldn't breath and began to choke.
Chesnie looked away from him, unable to hide her woe
But not far off in the pond, were fifty fish in a row!

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Priest (The Beginning)


Priest was his name as inappropriate as that was since it couldn't possibly be his profession keeping in mind that he was, in fact, a cat, but his mannerisms were in accord with the black suit and white collar that he had donned every day since his coming into the world. His sleek black coat didn't have a single flaw; nor did his love for his master excepting one minor glitch. He was a cat, and in so being, his life span was regrettably short while his master endured a miserably long existence. At the cursed age of thirteen, Troy came across a kitten in a most peculiar way although for some bizarre reason, it didn't seem all that odd to Troy to see a small kitten, as black as turf bar the white splotch on its throat, curled under the warm insulation of its adopted mother hen. He found it somewhat admirable that a young cat should surrender its bestial instincts to the coziness of a hen's maternal protection. When the hen moved, so too did the kitten, and hence it was apparent to Troy that the kitten had developed a loving attachment to something as unattractive as a hen. It was a hard won battle to steal Priest away from the hen, but once the kitten felt the enveloping warmth of Troy's jacket, he was pleased enough with having a master. It was from that moment that the friendship was established, and happily so, as Troy was haunted by a perpetual demon that seemed to tortuously mutilate anything that he felt love for.

His parents were the only exception to the string of deaths since they abandoned Troy after dropping him at an orphanage. He had resided with multiple foster families, but each and every one of the houses had crumbled under some kind of misfortune that forced them to return Troy to the orphanage. The carers at the institute initially made a malicious joke out of Troy's seemingly inevitable solidarity, but the joke lost it's flavor after the boy's appearance took a disturbing turn for the worse. Eating had come to a halt, refusal to exercise melted his muscles down to skin and bone, and the absence of sleep had darkened and deepened his eyes. His hair was forever disheveled as were his shrunken clothes, and his skin was so extremely pallid that the color had absolutely drained from every inch of his body. This grotesque look startled and even frightened the workers and other children, and as there is always one child who takes it upon themselves to make matters worse, a rumor started that he was a living, walking corpse. As time went on, Troy limited himself to his chamber, and when new children came in waves to the orphanage, the rumor lingered and seeped into their ears, their chambers, and even their dreams. Poor Troy became a kind of a ghost, wandering around the the orphanage that had, through an extended rumor, transmogrified into his purgatory after he had committed suicide some years ago, and if one should wait up past three in the morning, they might just see the form of a weeping boy in the corner of the sitting room. There was no saving him. He was a lost soul.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

The Reaping of the Sea


A violent chattering of his teeth awoke him. He swept his hand across a hardened brow and brushed off bits of icy drops bejeweling his fur-edged hood. This rude awakening was followed by an irritated carping from his father who's voice was as rough as his wind-burned skin. The nagging continued until he sat up half way despite the strong gravitational pull of every fiber in his body to the soft, warm comfort of his sleeping bag. He had felt so wonderfully cocooned in his insulated bag that he had momentarily enjoyed a very deep slumber, unconscious of the horrible reality that his shelter was constructed of a mere teepee shaped hut and the ground below him was nothing but stiff ice that was unsettled only a few yards away from him. It was shifting as the spring equinox tide shrank slowly back into the sea, leaving caves and crevices in the abandoned ice. Within those caves was a treasure worth more than his own life. It was more valuable and desired in the Inuit community of Kangiqsujuaq than gold or rubies, and all he had to do in order to gather this treasure was crawl through the crevices, drop down into the tunnels of the caves, and snatch it up from the ground. Mustering as much optimism as he could, he dared not think in too much depth of the reality of the task, or more mind-consuming, the ultimate consequence that was simply impossible to push aside. Although he closed his eyes and focused on the brighter side of a successful day of mussel hunting, there was just no ignoring the intimidating thought of what could happen, and in fact, has happened to past harvesters. Nevertheless, the treasure, the multitude of glimmering mussels with their rich source of food and life preserving powers, was worth more than his one extra mouth to feed in the community. Should he steal a decent amount of mussels from within the ice caves before the tide returned thirty minutes later, he would feel a wholesome satisfaction of having supplied not just for his blood family, but for his communal family as well. There was great honor in returning with mounds of mussels, but there was also a throbbing internal relief in simply returning. The latter feeling, he always thought, should be kept within but secretly shared with all.