Category: cats

Misneach

I look  young
You might think
Eager as spring,
But I am old
Watching through time
Sharing lives,
I am a warrior
Who defends your food
Bringing trophies of my prowess,
My antics amuse you
Boxing shadows
Distracting from mundane burdens,
I bring comfort
In the night silences,
Filling the darkness,
My rumbling purr
Lulls you to slumber
Defeating your fears,
I am not afraid
To stand guard
Awaiting the day,
I look young
You might think
Eager as spring,
But I am old
Watching through time
Sharing lives.

© 2023, Maggie Grimes

Misneach(MISH-nock)courage, spirit, hopefulness. The painting is of Belenos, my Bright One. I added the Irish cottage and my cat’s musings. MJG

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The Cat

The cat sits
Unblinking
Stationary on the hill
Dreaming ages past,

Rising wind sounds the Fae
Riding from the sidhe
Harness bells tinkling
Hounds baying
Horns calling, calling
Distantly lost,

The cat blinks
Then yawns lazily stretching
To saunter to his fireside
And home below.

©2019 Maggie Grimes

The ancient tales of Ireland are full of wonders and magic, heroes, Fae folk, and mystical creatures. We are too logical in these modern times to be distracted by these ghosts of our past. Perhaps cats see what we miss and hear what we ignore. At least they always seem to share less than they know. MJG

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