Nov. 26, 2008 - Poetry
A black cat walked through the shaped stones, nearly invisible in the moonless night. Once and awhile, a star peeped through the clouds, casting an eerie pall on the outskirts of the town.
The cat, silver locket twinkling in the faint starlight. She leapt on top of a cross shaped stone, and sat for a moment before jumping to the next stone.
She finally hopped to the ground and sat. Where did I put that book? She looked behind a stone. There you are! The cat changed, turning into a girl. The girl picked up the book, and dusted her skirt off, and fingering her locket.
" The Moon's the North Winds cooky. He bites it day by day, Until there's but a rim of scarps. That crumble all away.
The South Wind is a baker. He kneads clouds in his den, And bakes a crisp new moon that... greedy North... Wind... eats... again! "
The girl turned the page and read to herself. She read The Raven, by Poe, The Night Before Christmas, by Moore, and The Owl and the Pussy Cat by Lear. Carrol and Longfellow, Blake and Shakespeare.
The girl looked at her watch, " Goodness, it's Twelve, " she said. She put the book back behind a stone.
She began walking back. She thought to herself, It was nice of Mr. Gracey to invite mom and dad to a Thanksgiving party. She lifted her hand, and her keyblade materialized in her palm. I have to show King Mickey this some day soon. She began to spar, cutting through the air and parrying with pretend enemies. She put the blade away. I need to name my blade. She turned back into a cat., but this time with white wings. I love this, she thought, flexing her wings. Then something strange happened. She smiled, well, as a cat smiles, and her wings became bones. She flexed them again, and then turned back into a human. She sighed in contentment.
I think I'll drop by the Sleeping Beauty Castle soon.
* The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky by Vachel Lindsay
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Nov. 28, 2008 - Untitled Comment
Holo from SeaChel
Oooo! Interesting!
~SeaChel
