The epic battleIt was an epic battleThe likes of which spoken at night would send chills crawling up your armsThe soldiers were setThe pieces were played like a master at chessOh watch! Oh see! Oh look!They fall like a row of dominoes, hooked on their own cause and ending in dustThe dust that is the ground yo ustand on, and rely on so.Now a pause, a silence, a melody, a drum, the viollinThe singing! Watch the drama unfold, slow it down, speed it upThey are come to my homeMarching like the ants from faraway placesAnd the music rises now, the drum beats again, the beat goes ever on.Hide now, and hear the battle unfoldSmell the stench from the battle ground, feel the wind in your hair,The moon is silver and your hands are dirtyYou are standing there in what remains, but you do not seeYou live the epic battleAgain and again like a nightmare in the daylightThe final moves are madeAnd it is done!
Tikki Cat- Contest entry"I saw a picture of the alleged cyclopse kitten today, Mary." The woman with graying red hair looked up, "Alleged, Mart?" she asked, a hint of sarcasm. She loved her husband but when he claimed to be smarter than science... "Alleged Mary. Its real name is the Tikki Cat. Didya know that Mary?" he asked, and Mary shook her head, listening to his thick scottish accent. "No. I didn't Marty." There was a moment of silence and Mary saw that he wasn't going to be satisfied until she asked, "Allright. Why the TIkki Cat and how'd you know?" she asked, her own scottish accent was a little more supressed. "It was when I was in the jungle. Came across one o' them. Didja know they talk? Oh yeh. They talk. But not like we do. They send their thoughts an' feelings to your very mind, Mary! I was feeling things that weren't mine, and thinkin' things that weren't mine. How bout that Mary?" He asked, taking a drag of the cigarette he had been holding. Mary rolled her eyes, "Sounds like a bunch of collywa