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In the city, the cat walks its first life,
a dupe wandering through alleyways,
seeking warmth and food from strangers.
One night, it follows the scent of fish,
only to find itself locked in a cold cellar,
a victim of its own curiosity.
In its second life, it becomes the scapegoat,
taking the blame for spilled milk and broken vases,
while others watch from the shadows.
Chased out of the house with a broom,
it learns the harsh lesson of misplaced guilt.
The third life sees the fall guy,
brushed aside in the bustle of the market,
bearing the consequences of unseen hands.
A pickpocket’s scapegoat, it’s caught in a net,
unwittingly framed for stolen goods.
Fourth, it serves as the lackey,
obediently following, fetching, and carrying,
its own desires pushed to the background.
Fetching trinkets for an indifferent master,
it finds itself ignored, a mere tool in human hands.
The underling in its fifth life,
silently watching, wordlessly waiting,
beneath the towering structures of power.
Living in the shadows of tall buildings,
it witnesses the world’s hustle, unseen and unheard.
Sixth, it finds itself the pigeon,
caught in the snare of deceitful charms,
a victim of clever schemes and plots.
Lured by the promise of a feast,
it ends up tangled in the wires of a trap.
The mark appears in the seventh life,
targeted by cunning eyes and whispered words,
a pawn in games of greed and ambition.
Promised a treasure hidden in a garden,
it digs in vain, used and discarded by sly manipulators.
Eighth, the stooge emerges, unwittingly
playing roles in others' designs,
its own path twisted and turned by invisible strings.
Led to a deserted alley by a deceiver, it finds itself cornered,
an unwitting participant in a setup.
Ninth, the patsy stands, bearing
the weight of accusations and misdeeds.
Cornered in a dark alley by unfriendly eyes,
it faces the harshest of trials.
Bruised and weary, it hears the jeers,
the cruel laughter echoing in the narrow passage.
But then, with a knowing glint in its eye,
the cat remembers the lessons of its past lives.
Drawing upon a reservoir of untapped strength,
it springs forward, claws unsheathed,
fighting back against the shadows that once oppressed it.
In this final act of defiance, it sheds its skin,
revealing a lion within - - a powerful transformation,
reclaiming its destiny. No longer a victim of circumstance,
it emerges, striding confidently into the light,
embracing its newfound sovereignty.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: …a little study of 9 words linked together by meaning, the cat being the central gathering point of each
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A fine catty write A. Fido of course has 9 lives too. lol.
Most definitely 🙏🏻🕊️
Good write Cat, erm, Arqios. lol.
Thank you O🕊🙏🏻meow 😸
A positive message in that we all have a lion somewhere inside us, and we can break free from our perceived life and chains, nicely written
Thank you so much 🙏🏻🕊️
You are very welcome
It is here that the poet comes out. Relationship of words and the subtle differences that make up each with a life of its own. Nicely crafted were any or these Schrodinger's cat? If so was it alive or dead?
Oh my, I didn’t check on that! Surely alive though.
If one believes quantum theory most would maintain that the cat is dead.
The cats mustn’t like that theory very much, then 🙏🏻🕊️
Too bad poems don’t get nine lives
Powerful story of transformation and self-empowerment.
Thanks Salvia, you are much appreciated 🕊🙏🏻
Meow? I guess when twas a fall guy the jellied toast was strapped to its back securely, keeping it forever turning in air, with Schrodinger surmising on eternity, was that? Math stumped me when geometry leered and I spent that life on futility, I guess. Being the language of science, I'll balance equations, yet go no further. Why your conclusion brought to mind, "...the lion of the tribe of Judah hath prevailed--" I can't guess, but there you go. Fascinating and beautifully rendered with gorgeous imagery and an exquisite, haunting poignancy.
Thank you so much; I’m happy there was a lion in there, although the Lamb was worthy to unlock the scroll🙏🏻🕊 meow
That was purrrrfect, my friend! Enjoyed this, and I am pretty sure my daughters two feline rascals did too. 🤣 The one cat is so large/long, he might be a distant cousin to a panther if not a lion! Well done on this poem! 🌹👏
Thanks Tristan, so glad you liked this one. 🕊🙏🏻
You are most welcome Rik! 🖤🙏🕊️🐦⬛
L9ve it
Nice Tony, reminds me of the Everready logo🕊🙏🏻
You're welcome
Fine words arqios, we all learn in our lives.
Andy
Nice one, though I preferred the 4th one : Tom Baker, or am I thinking of something else .
Well written.
Dr. Whovian Tom Baker perhaps?
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