 The Goddess Remembers January 2008 In sunlit lands, in hotter climes, long long ago, in other times, I ruled in temples rich with gold snd Pharoahs came, and warriors bold, with tribute and with gifts implore that I should bless them with my paw. My whiskers twitched: and in a trice breast of duck, or honey'd mice, the Nile's gift of silver fish I deigned to eat from golden dish. On swansdown soft I took my rest... of all things good I had the best. I died: and all in linen wrapped, with Lapis rare my limbs were lapped. My priestess mourned with shaven head the passing of her honoured dead; but shortly turned with joy to greet the next kit fit for Bastet's seat. For I am Cat - with each rebirth I reaffirm my ties with Earth. Though crumbled dust is Egypt's might, and other empires strive and fight, I still am Cat - and by Bast's Will I am Divine, and worshipped still. (Tasha was a beautiful Sorrel-silver Somali. She was with us for 13 years.) Copyright: Terri Beckett
Author of: - Nettleflower with Chris Power at www.cerridwenpress.com Also with Chris: Tribute Trail & War Trail - reviews on: www.amazon.com Website: www.kymrukatz.co.uk  |
