Winged terror obscuring the moon
Comes flying from beyond
The dark
Telling traces or trails he leaves not
Never to be found or seen
Only imagined
Like shy scent of brine blood spilling
From a hole in the head filling
Your nose
Of murkling molasses, milding mushrooms
A trudging aftertaste of peril
Slow sweet
A grip of bat claw piercing bone so
Dense, descends gliding
The span
Of his wings, petrifying black hearts
That leap as quick as he scales
Mere walls
Muscle and bone in a cave of head
Still as sarcophagus
Batman stands
The Unadulterated Cat by Terry Prachett, illustrated by Joliffe Gray, is a book written to promote what Pratchett terms the 'Real Cat', a cat who urinates in the flowerbeds, rips up the furniture, eats frogs, mice and sundry other small animals. The opposite of the Real Cat is the 'Fizzy Keg Cat', a well-behaved and bland kind, as seen on cat food advertisements.
What About Me
- Anita Sivakumaran
- I 'write a little everyday, without hope, without despair' as per Isak Dinesen. I like to get the writing done quickly so I can go out to grow veg and play tennis.
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