(a dogfight between Amelia Whiskerhart vs. Baroness von Bark)
Above the clouds where the sugar winds bite,
Two shadows tangled in marmalade light.
One wore a scarf like a comet in red,
The other, a growl with goggles on head.
Amelia Whiskerhart, tail taut with grace,
Drew loops in the sky like a dancer in lace.
Her biplane purred with a buttery roar,
While Baroness Bark let her engines soar.
“Come down, you fluff!” the Baroness cried,
As sardine squalls and tuna clouds sighed.
But Amelia smirked with a feline flair,
And barrel-rolled through the cotton-candy air.
They clashed in a spiral of biscuit crumbs,
Dodging each other with aerial drums.
The Baroness barked, “You’ll taste defeat!”
But Amelia’s wink made her miss the beat.
A tip of the wing, a tailspin tease,
A dive through the clouds with effortless ease.
The Baroness snarled, her scarf in a knot,
While Amelia soared through the peppermint spot.
Then silence fell as the sun dipped low,
Two contrails etched in a golden glow.
One curled home with a Cheshire grin,
The other limped off with a humbled spin.
So if you hear thunder that purrs like pride,
It’s Amelia Whiskerhart, mid-glide.
And somewhere behind, with a bark and a wheeze,
The Baroness dreams of reclaiming the breeze.
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