“Rama, Rama,

have you met the three sisters

Across the road

Next to the cedar grove?”

 

 

“ Three sisters?

How fine!

Are they playful?

Are they beautiful?

Are they divine?”

 

 

“ Well, Rama!

They are all in their ninth lives

By now

Believe it or not

One used to be Cleopatra

One used to be Salome

One used be Joan of Arc

They said these names were

sublime

In the history of human’s big time.

They were some sort of heroines

Of human kind”

 

 

 

“P’taah,

You are getting around

How did you get involved with

these heroic

Ladies Royal

Big Time

Felines?”

 

 

“ I have no idea, Rama!

This morning while you were dreaming

They came to our window meowing

They said

Are you P’taah? The little brother of Rama?

Dare you both come over for a meal?

After the meal

Shall we discuss

A deal?

 

 

 

I said--

A Meal and a Deal

With whom?

Can you tell?

They then told me who they were

In the history of

Human’s big time

 

 

P’taah, my brother!

Why do these ladies of Royal bloodline

in their ninth lives

want to share a meal

with boys like us

in our first lives as felines?

Were they really

what

 they said

they were

in the history of human’s

Big Time?

 

 

Rama!

Truth or falsehood

Let it be known

Dare, dare, shall we dare

To tread where Angels

dare not to tread?

Three sister felines

Held the names of

Human’s Big Time

To Be or Not To Be

Let It Be

We Shall See

 

 

Across the road

Next to the cedar grove

P’taah and I greeted those three sisters

Royal felines

Sublime

Cleopatra wore the tiger stripes

Long whiskers and long hair

Behind her golden eyelids

She x-rayed us with

her glistening green eyes

You can tell

I x-rayed her as well

 

Salome wore a black mask that covered both eyes

The rest of her garment was snowy white

Her feet seemed never to touch the ground

Her long tail moved like a snow dragon

flying from side to side

 

Joan of Arc had her paws armed with

ultra

sharp claws

On her forehead

A moon shaped scar

On her spine

A mark of the burning stake

Her orange ears were ultra pointy

That matched well with her red hair

They sat around the cedar grove

like three statues

Triple Goddesses

inside a cove

Cleopatra faced the East

Salome faced the South

Joan of Arc faced the North

P’taah and I walked in from the East

faced the West

A circle began to form …

 

 

 

“ Maybe they are for real

How do you feel?”

P’taah talked in silence

From his mind to mine

“ Real or not real

This is not an easy meal

I don’t quite know how I feel

Something in the air

is hard to deal”

I meowed in silence from my mind

To his mind

While greeting those

Age old

Three sisters

Royal Felines

from

Human’s

Big Time

 

 

 

“Ladies, royal felines

I, Rama and my brother P’taah

Wish you all

A day of earthly delight”

I learned this manner

From my human’s movie screen

If they were what they said they were

They surely would appreciate

this kind of fine manner

from

some

Self-taught

Highly educated

Fine Felines

 

 

 

Salome jumped

like a bird

Circling the cedar grove

weightlessly

like the wind

Slowly she wrapped her tail

around herself

Like a temple dancer draped with veils

One single glance

eclipsed

a thousand poems

She gave us her elegant

front paws

to kiss

Oh, Salome

how sublime

The world awaits your next dance …

To shake the ground

To unveil  the divine…

 

 

 

 Cleopatra clapped her paws

Then tapped her big, black, puffy tail

Three  paw-maidens in black, yellow and white

brought us the first

fine dish

A Turkish Mouse Delight

The feast then began …

Followed by Japanese raw fish

We drank the finest wine

Made from the oldest berry trees

from another time

Cleopatra had traveled a great deal

in her illustrious nine lifetimes

She told us the stories from another land

And the histories in

Different timelines

What a queen!

Wise and keen!

 

 

 

In dining with these great minds

We forgot about

real time

Cleopatra was like a Great Mother

 Salome was like a dear sister

We were not sure about

Joan of Arc

She neither said a single word to us

Nor sang

Nor danced

Nor drank the wine

She was a different kind

Foe or friend

Should we fend?

 

 

 

“Here comes the Voice”

She announced with her claws

Calmly moving in and out of

her calm paws

No sign, no warning

Her paws calmly removed our meal

Her tail calmly swept away

The last piece of the

Japanese sushi eel

Her moon shaped scar calmly rested

above her fiery eyes

“ I heard the Voice”

She said

“You two shall be my knights

Together

We shall save this land

For the glory of God

Follow your call

For you are the chosen ones

So am I”

 

 

 

 She heard the voice?

What’s the big deal?

P’taah and I hear the voice

More than often

As well

I now see

Oh, P’taah,

There is no free meal

In the name of God

They want us to defend

To save our land

As God-sent

We have to run!

Away and Far

As fast as we can

Let someone else be

the chosen ones

You and I

Be gone

So long

 

 

 

Cleopatra, Salome and Joan of Arc

Now on their four paws

Tails pointing to the sun

Cornered us around

“This is the finest cause and the finest deal

We have tales to tell

Someone called Henry the Fifth

Might bring about death

Boys like you need some ordeals

Time shall heal”

Those tales were long and complex

P’taah and I were still not sure

Who was who,

What was what

Except to know

Tomorrow

We shall fight Henry the Fifth

To fend off death

The cost of a great meal

Is this kind of ordeal

A real big deal!

 

 

 

 

This is the beginning of our entanglement

With the three sisters

Royal Felines

Big Time

Cleopatra, Salome & Joan of Arc