The cat
in ages past
ruled the creatures of earth,
and bid the moon and sun to set
and rise.
And rise
at the cat’s whim,
they did, bringing shadows
at night and reflections by day
of cats.
Of cats
but not cats, they
were timid but candid,
and clamorous, rarely silent,
barking.
Barking
beneath the moon,
napping in noonday sun,
not solitary, but in packs:
the dogs.
The dogs
ruled the daytime,
and cats commanded night,
till canines discovered humans
and fire.
This crown cinquain was inspired by dVerse and a poem by Jorge Luis Borges.
This is like a myth. Cats and dogs–I love them both!
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I think you are on your way to create a new mythology.
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This is a fantastic crown cinquain!
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Thank you!
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