the cats claws.

refrain, kitten.

neat row of claws

this poem was written to be sung to the tune of the real ol’ mountain dew, which you can hear here:


at the end of me paws there’s a neat row of claws
and they’re sharp as the devil can make ’em,
and i sharpens ’em with care on a well stuffed chair
and i’m careful as can be not to break ’em.


oh it’s good to be a fish and i’ve heard some wish
they could fly where the eagle soars
but i’d rather be a cat all shiny and fat
with me paws full of awesome claws.

oh it’s curved they are like a scimitar

or the crescent moon that shines
and I use them well as i soon shall tell
as you comfortably reclines.


though they’re fair and fine and they gleam and shine
they are not just ornamental
cos i digs ’em in to a person’s skin
and i nearly drives ’em mental!!!!

refrain. (and i do mean (ouch!) refraaaaiiiiinnnnnnnnnn, pussycat !)

power of awen

Power of Awen  <~ click to listen.

in the mystic blooming of my soul
are brooded, hatched and fed my fledgling dreams.
i watch their petal wings like skies unfolding
to take swift flight through rapturous cosmic streams…
in vision-cradling caverns of my mind
wild dragons fleshed of thought and reason dwell.
explosive power in every revelation –
they guard a wisdom too profound to tell.
and in the soaring magic of my thoughts
breaths are words, words names, names powers great.
fleet the image, sure the manifestation,
quick and light as thought, yet fixed as fate.
in the scintillations of my cells,
crafting the fine molecular weave of flesh,
mountains are my ribs, my blood is stars –
light is the weft and radiant life the mesh
i am the soar of spirit, the math of mind,
i am the starry flesh, the shine of soul,
i am the breath, the fire, the flow the form,
i am the fleeting gleam, the eternal whole.
somehow it means something, some vital thing,
somehow to enhance, to heal, recharge, renew,
by the touch of a hand, a gesture, a word of love?
power of awen in everything we do!

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