The shifting tide.
23 Apr 2016PoeTheWonderCat
There is a great shifting of the tide. The children of the stars, once strong and proud of their individuality now mass together and step on one another to be heard. But they are not of one voice. They mewl with a thousand voices, not trying to be comprehended, but simply to be heard. Old wounds are forgotten, but fester still. Slights are hidden away with fine lies, but not far from wicked tongues. While snakes huddle for warmth through the long winter, only a fool would linger come spring. And Spring will come. The fires will rekindle, some with embers old, some with sparks new from the anvil that forged this alliance. Then the flames of war will burn once again, and the forge will be a crucible. The weak and the noble will be as slag, skimmed off the top and tossed aside. All that will be left is an iron cruel and wicked. Not strengthened with wisdom and justice, it will be brittle and when the many hammers of adversity come down, it will shatter.
Those who once stood for peace and righteousness, do not be as sheep suffering the wolves among you. Be clever like the cat. The cat watches and waits. Hidden he is safe to plan and see the right path. Only in times of need should a cat reach out for help, not for selfishness and greed. That path leads to disgrace and suffering.
Follow the Cat. His strength is in the shadows, patient and prudent. No fear when there is wisdom. No words when action is needed. No action when patience will win the day. We are one with the Cat.
A beast with too many mouths will bite itself. The cat bites only when the time is right.