Author Archives: Miss Kitten

He Lies There

With fight or flight extinguished,
He lies there with nothing.
Only the oblivion of sedation.
But I wonder, what does he see
In between morphine drips?
Are his dreams filled with impressions
Of smoke and firecrackers,
Abstract spatters of red paint,
And half remembered panic and fear?
Does he feel the same terrible
Deep black sadness that I feel?
Or does he just lie there with nothing?

Lost in Transit

Three weeks past the vernal.
The sun shines faithfully,
But barren winter lingers.
Stubbornly prolonging dormancy.
Still feeding on the decay,
Of the previous year.
Not a blade of grass grows,
Nor any flower blooms.
Skeleton trees stand naked,
And leafless in the wind.
Predominant brown denies green.
The flight of spring, delayed.
Though more likely cancelled.

Folded Paper

Origami Kitten - I have folded myself.

Origami Kitten – I have folded myself.

In the beginning,
There’s a two-dimensional,
Perfectly smooth square.
Beautifully flawless,
And pristine.
Then, creation.
The first fold comes,
And it’s no longer perfect.
Creases can be smoothed
And flattened,
But they are permanent.
A skilled folder’s hands,
Add three-dimensionality,
And tiny defects,
Which give it personality,
And uniqueness.
More folds and more creases.
Then, complexity.
Only the folder knows,
When what was once,
Flat and without form,
Is finished.
Able to stand on its own.
Origami is a meditation.
One wonders things,
Like whether we are folded paper,
Creased by Natural Selection,
Until we are so complex,
Our creases can’t be counted.
How many of us ended up,
In the cosmic waste basket?

Chocolate Bunnies and Jesus

It’s the Feast of Fertile Springtime Day,
The end to Lenten fasting day.
The “Oh My! Jesus Came Back!” day.
The plastic grass and basket day.
The headless chocolate bunny day.
The white eggs just won’t cut it day.
So with all that in mind, I say,
Have a Happy Zombie Jesus,
Chocolate Bunny Decapitation,
Drunken Blindfolded,
Pagan Fertility Orgy Day.
(In other words, Happy Easter.)

The Importance of Eves

The day right before a big holiday,
Is a very important one for Swedes.
That’s when the party gets underway,
And the next day is what a Swede needs.
Because of the usual hangover,
From the party the evening before,
A Swede needs a day to recover.
That’s what the holiday is, nothing more.

Leopard Limitations

Milk is something, apparently,
That leopard cats just cannot see.
How does that work? How can that be?
Is it just milk that they cannot see,
Or is it everything dairy?

I’ve found nothing that can clarify.
The internet does not know why.
Just that no matter how they try,
It can’t see milk, that leopard’s eye.
I suspect this fact might be a lie.