Friday, July 15, 2011
The Night Belongs To Kitty
I am a cat. It's what I do.
I patrol the streets while others remain securely within the pampered walls of their luxury.
I'm a cat moving from lampost to lampost, my elegance blending with the darkness of the night.
I'm a cat, dark as midnight...
no eyes save mine, strong enough to discern my outline against the long stretch of time assigned to the
I'm a cat. Not even the moon can illuminate all that I am.
I am a cat, wise enough to know a good lick should always be followed
I'm a cat. My identity a carefully positioned mystery. I must always blend in.
I am a cat, stretching one moment,
diving upon my prey in the next.
But when the night gives way to the break of dawn...this noir kind of kitty, reports to
my queen, who
morphs into my
Goddess Kat, but you know her as...
Kitty-Kat Holmes, stealthiest of all authors today.
Bow before my queen, my goddess Kat Holmes and her stately familiar, Mama Bear.