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Your cat ears tell a story,
Your tail tells who you are;
And though you're down, remember
That you are my rising star.

Of you I sing, while day-bells ring
And skylarks in the sky
Come circling round you, to astound you
While the kittens sigh.

And, **! My special kitten,
I profoundly adore
Your every feline charm, dear
And cherish you the more.

Your cat ears tell a story,
Your tail tells who you are;
And though you're down, remember
That you are my rising star.
The poem was inspired by this quote from Fae N'Tien: "With cat ears on her head and ***** in her bloodstream, she was invincible."

It was the other of two poems dedicated to Lea Van Doorn, the first one being  "The Summer Wind".
The summer wind
The golden year
Your loveliness
Dispelled my fear
Your gentle charms enchant me, dear
In happiness I shed a tear

Dear KittyNoir, do I adore
Please keep me warm, this I implore
Dear KittyNoir, hope lies in store
Come live with me forevermore!

The little clouds
The summer sky
Your sweet embrace
Draws me so nigh
While seeing you, I let a sigh
I felt so lucky I could die.

Dear KittyNoir, do I adore
Please keep me warm, this I implore
Dear KittyNoir, hope lies in store
Come live with me forevermore!

So, kitten-girl
Climb down the tree
Don't hesitate
To leap to me
Don't be afraid to live your dream,
And be the best that you can be.

Dear KittyNoir, do I adore
Please keep me warm, this I implore
Dear KittyNoir, hope lies in store
Come live with me forevermore!
The melody used by this poem comes from the unofficial national anthem of the historic region of Moravia, "Jsem Moravan" (I am a Moravian), sometimes also called "Ó Moravo" (O Moravia), written in 1904 by Kašpar Pivoda, with music composed by Vaclav Novotny 37 years ago.

It was one of the first three Chateau poems written by me (the others being "Little Kitten-Lady" and "I Long For Molly", and one of the two poems that were dedicated to one of the Chateau's models, Lea Van Doorn, followed by "Your Cat Ears Tell A Story".
Whereforth art the kittens, Isibella, Isibella?
Why doth they long for the spring?
Nearer, o, nearer, mine heart holdeth thee dearer
As long as the first scent of spring draws me nearer
To thee, to thee.
O stretch thou thy paws high, and sing, sing,
so stretch thou thy paws high and sing.
Oh, ye little kitty-girl, kitty-girl, kitty-girl,
Oh, ye little kitty-girl, why do ye purr?
Ye, champagne and roses,
A bag full of poses,
Oh, ye little kitty-girl, that's why you purr!

Oh, ye little kitty-girl, kitty-girl, kitty-girl,
Oh, ye little kitty-girl, why do ye purr?
From London to Denver,
you're glowing my ember,
Oh, ye little kitty-girl, that's why you purr!

Oh, ye little kitty-girl, kitty-girl, kitty-girl,
Oh, ye little kitty-girl, why do ye purr?
I know that you're fluffy,
You're cute and you're puffy
Oh, ye little kitty-girl, that's why you purr!

Oh, ye little kitty-girl, kitty-girl, kitty-girl,
Oh, ye little kitty-girl, why do ye purr?
The sun is a-shining,
The silver a-lining,
Oh, ye little kitty-girl, that's why you purr!

Oh, ye little kitty-girl, kitty-girl, kitty-girl,  
Oh, ye little kitty-girl, why do ye purr?
The moon is a-gleaming
For you I’m now dreaming,
Oh, ye little kitty-girl, that's why you purr!

Oh, ye little kitty-girl, kitty-girl, kitty-girl,  
Oh, ye little kitty-girl, why do ye purr?
So, come ye, and take me
For you will not fake me,
Oh, ye little kitty-girl, that's why you purr!

Oh, ye little kitty-girl, kitty-girl, kitty-girl,
Oh, ye little kitty-girl, why do ye purr?
I love you, my kitten,
So put on your mitten,
Oh, ye little kitty-girl, that's why you purr!
The melody used for the poem was from an Austrian folk song, called "Oh, du lieber Augustin", presumably composed by a Viennese balladeer named Marx Augustin in 1679, though written documents date back to about 1800. The folk songs "The More We Get Together" and "Fat Turkeys" were all based on this song.
Strange as it seems,
November schemes,
For Isi bears the moonlight gleam.

For as I saw
This fluffy awe
Ricardo, memes, on me bestow!

She melts my heart,
This kitten-****
Propels me from the very start!

Yet, fill my soul!
And make me whole
Till I have reached the final goal.

You moonshine light,
That fills the night,
With lunar gleam and kitten blight.

And dear sweet cat,
I'll tell you that,
I'm fond of you, from sole to hat.

Of ears and tail,
I shall not fail
To feel your floof beyond the pale.

And they shall love
This morning dove
That's you, who's sent from up above.

Ah! Isi dear,
You make me steer
Towards your sight, your kitten-gear.

This kitten-gear!
So sweet and sheer
*******-knots dispel my fear.

*******-knots
And dazzling Goths
Victorian air, I breath a lot!

Sing high, my soul,
From pole to pole,
That you, my cat-girl, make me whole!
Kelly Jan 2017
My mind is broken
My body is dead
My actions a failed attempt to live again
Disappointment and failure
I wish it would end
Kelly Sep 2012
Emptiness filling veins
falling into a trance
emptiness
a temptress
temptress of night
taunting  
screaming
seeking
digging down deep
deeper into the veins
hunting forever
Kelly Sep 2012
Sparkling outside's so light
shimmering delight
thickened darkness
so sludge like
deathly hallows above
pitch black  inside so much darker
Forever into the shadowy abyss
Kelly Aug 2012
The icy air whistles around their ears, causing skin to tingle and sting. Fingers and toes are numb, but it's a good feeling. Snug inside my many layers of clothes, nothing can spoil the overwhelming feeling of being taken back to childhood. The urge to make a snowball is all consuming. Every step taken leaves a fresh, crisp footprint in the snow, as if no one else has ever been here. Snowflakes fall gently from the sky, tickling the end of their little noses.
Shimmering white flakes fall. Ice cold winds blow strongly. All that once was awake busy with their everyday things have fallen into a deep slumber. How the world once was so lively now has gone still cold and dead, but yet is just as beautiful and makes children smile. Winter and snow is a child's delight things dreamed of every winter.  Sleds and hills, squeals and spills, waving, as the world rushes by. There is snow in the air, snow, and snow ubiquitous. Angels they make in the blanket of white, and tomorrow will remember how Snowflakes felt on their tiny tongues like magic to them now.
Kelly Nov 2016
You were the light to my shadow
All alone
Another star has gone away
You fade away
Under the sea
Another dream
The monsters are running out of me
These shallow waters growing darker
Letting me go deeper
Eternal silence
Dead to the sea
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