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day 67

bleating wolves…a cautionary tale

there once was a flock herd of gullible sheep
who trusted a wolf who had learned how to bleat
their best instincts, ignored
they leaned in to hear more
the wolf snarled, “mutton’s my favorite meat!”

~kat

You know what they say…if it’s too good to be true, well then, it probably is. We humans are so easily duped. If something is sensational or shiny enough we fall for it every time! This of course makes us especially vulnerable to con artists and charlatans. These types rarely have our best interests at heart. And so, today’s limerick is a cautionary tale for our times.

All things glittery are not glimmers. I generally take my cues from nature, the seasons, and the stars when judging whether a glimmer is true. The natural world is honest and without malevolence. One day you realize that you that you have much more in common with the natural world than you ever thought..or were taught to believe. When that happens it will be much harder for the wool to be pulled over your eyes. Your intuition will confirm what is real.

Peace, Love, and the truest of true Glimmers to you!

~kat


lost sheep

lost sheep

I worry for them, poor lost sheep
like lemmings rushing toward the edge
hungry for their shepherd’s lies
they hang onto his every tweet
he soothes them with vague promises
that he will likely never keep
fills their heads with fear and dread
it haunts them while they sleep
their wretched souls to him they pledge
hungry for their shepherd’s lies
into the dark abyss they leap

~kat


Magic 11 poem – my variation on the Magic 9 poem, a 9-line poem that doesn’t have any rules as far as meter or subject matter–just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba. Enter the Magic 11 abracadabra poem with the r’s intact, placeholders for a refrain. Rhyme scheme: abRacadabRa. (R for the refrain).


Counting Sheep -A Three Line Tale

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photo by Gemma Evans via Unsplash

I couldn’t sleep; not an unusual occurrence, so I decided to try counting sheep but all the sheep had numbers painted on them…the same numbers.

Well of course I thought the universe must be messing with me, or perhaps it had worked and I was sleeping, even dreaming!

But then this unsettling dream, if it was it was a dream, roused me awake and I spent the rest of the night trying to figure out what it all means!!!

-kat

(A Three Line Tale based on this cute, disturbing nightmare of a photo by Gemma Evans via Unsplash. 😜