The Wild Wind that Whirled & Twirled a Great Commotion
And those on Earth who Survived the Toss beside the Ocean — Poetic Pussycat Tale
A Pussy Cat Tale
Lady Donga Diaries
Words & Pictures — Lady Donga
Meow 184
We sat and watched the cormorants try to take off into the wind
The wind howled like a wounded whale — who had been de-finned
Chased around by bearded humans — whose intentions were ill
Ill-intentioned in their lust for blubber and oil — their desire to kill
Another cormorant takes of into the wind along the river
As it leaves the river water its wings begin to shake and quiver
The wind is gusting ferocious now — at 100 miles an hour
But shortly mother nature’s whirlwind lashing tongues devour
This pissing into the wind — translates as a waste of time
The bird gives up, finds a sheltered branch — to rest its rhyme
Myriad white capped horses dance about on top of the ocean
The wind has stirred it vigorously — now a witches potion
The witches potion of this sea of foam that spares no sailor
To be caught far from shore in this foamy sea would be a failure
A failure to read the signs and to hear the siren
Wherein from the ocean depths and on the reefs the mermaids cry on
Meanwhile back on land and down beside the river
My human Seaspray D and I relax and watch the weather dither
Is there a pause in this relentless wild and dangerous breeze?
Perhaps there is as mother nature pays heed to pleas from trees
Pleas from the birds wanting to take off towards the sky
Because they do — they don’t have to give a reason why
Finally Connie the Cormorant spreads her magical majestic wings
And into the blue sky far above her flapping sings
Her flaps sing a song of impermanence, patience, and let’s wait and see
And choose a time in life to make our break and then be free
MeoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooW for now
Until next time
With Love — Lady Donga Diaries — © Meow 184–2023
