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The Invasion of the Feline Imps (take two)

While making my way to the bedroom, last night,
I stumbled onto a mind-blowing sight;

I found there are Imps, of the Feline persuasion,
and apparently, they'd begun their Imp-like invasion,
these invaders had made themselves, part of an equation
that did not suit me, quite right.

To start with, their energy level far surpassed mine,
and to end with, the two were both way outta line;

the velocity with which the two romped, left me reeling,
every movement made was done with the cleverest of feeling,
and after climbing the walls, they ran across the ceiling!
No wonder, the total of their lives equals nine!

And I tell you, that "reckless" was their middle name,
they shared it because, they were one and the same;

they had so much energy, this late in the day,
and I couldn't control them, no matter what I'd say,
and I tried to lay down, as they continued to play,
how long do Feline Imps play this game?!?

Then, that Magical Time of the night, around three,
when the shadows cease dancing, and let the world be;

these Night Imps began to slow down, to a "blur",
and a calmness just then, began to occur,
and soon I could see, where each of them were,
beside their bowls, looking up "hungrily".

And after I'd fed them, these Imps did calm down,
the Twilight Invasion had stopped, without a sound;

for now, they were getting some well deserved rest,
I had settled them down, with a canned tuna fest,
and I laid down as well, after cleaning their mess,
then, we all three were "Dreamland Bound".


— docmaverick, Jul 01, 2008

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Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

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Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

17 years 11 months ago

The Invasion

Been waiting for you to re-post because the last posting was blank. Thanks for sharing this witty write I enjoyed it and am laughing my A__ off!
docmaverick

docmaverick

17 years 11 months ago

Like I said before....

...it HAD to've been those two "Feline Imps", that had something to do with it not posting, the 1st time. Hope you like the rest of the poem. Thanx, #:>=) *docmaverick.
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poewriter58

17 years 11 months ago

Doc

On the first read there is something off on the beat of this poem it seems jaunty Cats are incredible creatures. I'll go through it more than once to be sure it was I just misreading Chrystalie Ok these are merely suggestions now making themselves part of an equation would work here just as well(5th line) you already stated it was an invasion of sorts in the line above Cats energy=nocturnal creatures lol( I 've had cats all my life) How about this after climbing the walls they used the ceiling Is there something else you can call them besides imps think doc you use it too often Imps=spites==rascal=scamp=etc. you're last line lands flat you need somethining befitting the rest of this poem sometyhing angelic ( they look so angelic when they sleep) your subject is excellent the entire poem brought a smile and a remeberance of when mine and my daughters cat used to choose 10PM to do their romping thanks Chrystalie.
docmaverick

docmaverick

17 years 11 months ago

Truly...

....I am NOT kidding. I wrote this as their "whirlwind" exploded through my 1 bedroom trailer, at 4:00 in the morning. (Just look at the first posting !) I truly was "drained", and got up merely to post something. You're right. I should've "honed" it-but didn't. THEN, the site lost the poem ! I am also sorry, that I can only call them "Imps"; as I'm VERY familiar with the "other" crews of the night...and their actions proved that they were "Imps". A case in point, They're Inside Cats....however, they are-at this minute, on the Outside. They "PURPOSELY" overwhelmed me, while I took the garbage out. Later...I'll be back, I gotta get 'em ! Doc Maverick* #:>)