"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

A Cat Story

In a far away land lost in depths of time
Owning  handwritten books was a golden mine.
In a far away castle on a God forgotten  shore
Ruled  a very cruel master who wanted ever more.
So he forced all his scribes to work hard day and  night
Never caring if poor people might have even  died
Asking them to decipher and to write from  pain
With the ink and the feather and the blood in their vein.
Any minor mistake was so dreadfully punished
That in short term of time most his scribes simply vanished,
And when having all books he still asked for  a last
Threatening all with cruel tortures from past.
As his time to die suddenly next  day came
He just then understood that it was all in vein
With his last breath holding his most  precious book
An incredible guest by surprise  him just took
For no matter how strong he has been,  he saw that
The last word was not his, but belonged to the cat.

BdRYYLsCMAAtGeBmemyselfandela, January 2014

 

One response

  1. nice!

    January 8, 2014 at 05:26

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