This poem was inspired by a prompt from
ysabel and sponsored by
minor_architect.
Cats Who Fear No Evil
For millennia there have been
cats who fear no evil,
who hunted down demons
and plague rats and Nazi spies.
They only seem to be
staring at nothing,
hissing at shadows,
pouncing on bare floors.
In reality, they are
staring at visions,
hissing at wickedness,
pouncing on probabilities.
Today the cats who fear no evil
watch the stock market
as the bears and bulls stampede
and the brokers make a killing.
So when the fearless felines
stare, they see stock markets;
when they hiss, someone is cheating; and
when they pounce, Justice unsheathes ivory claws.
The Wheel of Karma
runs over all dogs in the end,
and puts their small souls into small bodies
that scurry from the hunters’ fangs.