Foxes Don't Belong in Trees by KatyaRose, literature
Literature
Foxes Don't Belong in Trees
The cat climbed up the mighty tree
to catch a bird before he could flee.
But the bird wouldnt stay
and he flew away
leaving her wondering
why he wont play.
A fox came along
and heard the sad song
of the cat alone in the tree.
He paced as he pondered
knew that riches hed squander
to make the cat happy once more.
For the foxs eyes had never seen
any more lovely or serene
than the kitten that sat up in that tree.
But he knew without a doubt
that foxes dont belong in trees.
And looking down to the ground
our dear kitten had found
a bird of a different feather.
For the feather was orange
and the
The Owl's Nocturnal Question by KatyaRose, literature
Literature
The Owl's Nocturnal Question
Hush and the wind shall whisper of Mirth
Of Messages, Mischief, and Vengeance unearthed.
Four shall come, but Five shall stay
For Seven times to rise and play.
To learn the future, reflect on the storm
that darkly ragd in the heart of our dreams.
An angel sent in the form of a swan
came to give the kingdom back its peace.
Brave was the swan battling the dragon
to grant the kingdom a greater hope.
For five hundred years there endures the hope
of the kingdom. There is no coming storm.
For five centuries and more, a dragon
has slept, waiting to wake from his dream
to ravage the kingdoms remaining peace
in the country of the silver swan.
The royal family of the swan
shall birth a babe of promise and hope,
and one to rule the kingdom in peace.
The heir presumptive shall unleas
Mouths tell the stories,
Eyes play along.
But somewhere theres a flaw:
The fabrication is wrong.
A loose thread in the tapestry
The tales all unwind.
A simple flicker glancing left
Tells whats on the mind.
The heavens weep for each one: red,
Written in the Book of Lies
But scarlet all the veins have bled
Shadowing the truth that hides.
A lock of hair is twisted
Lips bitten in restraint
A slight twitch or fidget
Telling what is feigned.
The memory of whats been said
Is not the clearest glass,
A tiny chip in the dark design
Shows whats failing fast.
And painful stories written red
Black within the B
The healer had just knelt in the thin grass to tend to her garden and gather herbs when they came. Descending like hawks on their prey, the men with black hoods and the mark of the Empire on their chests circled round the woman. She sensed their presence, but did not look up. She tucked a stray lock of auburn hair behind her ear as she rose, facing the one of the circle that stepped forward.
Morgana Kalina Ardyn, Healer of Penry Village? the man asked.
The woman nodded once. Aye, I am she. What is it ye want with me?
The man continued, ignoring her question. Under the command of Her Royal Majesty, Empress A