Cat and Rat

Anger, fit to burst its vein,
Made it quite insane.
Violence, screaming to break free,
Spurred it on madly.

Red eyes, full of hatred,
Seeking its target.
Claws, trembling with rage,
Ready to do damage.

The Rat leaps forward still,
With enough fury to kill.
The Cat carelessly sweeps,
And it's left in heaps.

Laughter, merciless and cruel,
Echoed all around,
Like knives, cutting deeper,
A slow and torturous killer.

Squeaks, full of agony,
Ringing in the air.
Choked with pent-up frustration,
Slowly dying by suffocation.

Admirable, but fruitless,
So the Cat muses,
For it's just another dying rat,
The meaning of it lost on the Cat.

Fate

a fickle lady Fate is
not your common miss priss.
a weird sense of humour
and moodswings that's queer
and a victim I am of this.

the loose tongue I possess
must irk her some, I guess
for she played pranks on me
that she thought was funny
something I must protest.

so warily now I tread
and forgiveness I pled
a lesson well learned
about Fate when burned
for I don't want to drop dead.

Ramblings in the Night

As I stare into the night, I wonder,
what's keeping you? And gently I whisper
to the night breeze that caresses me,
"How is she now, please help me see,
send my wishes, and keep her company.
Wrap tightly round her, lest she feels lonely."

And as he soars away speedily,
I look up to the stars above me.
"Watch over her lovingly, my friend.
Shine brightly on her path, and send
strength to keep her going on each day."
The stars wink in consent to what I say.

Soothing is the silence of the night,
and in it I lay, hoping I did right.
Nothing more to do but sit and wait,
leaving things in crazy hands of Fate.
I withdraw back into the darkness,
quietly enjoying the night's calmness.