O most pernicious woman!
O, villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables, — meet it is I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 5
I thought it strange as I sat keyboarding at the kitchen table,
to hear her voice, her sweet voice,
beckoning me at the screen door.
"Meowww, meowww", she said with urgency
"See the gift I brought for our morning tea...
a plumb little yellow finch, fresh from the kill."
"Oh, Ophelia, your so cruel,
your offence so rank,
wretched, rash kitty
no gift such as this will I partake."
"Do you not know, a learned man once wrote
"Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind".
"Mistress Elizabeth, do not protest, my natural instincts to kill.
That writer you quote, wise man so I've been told,
said the most important thing, is to be true to oneself."
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Thanks for sharing SMILES GALORE in the Triple Name Club.
Thanks for the feature in Triple Name Club.
Wicked as they are.
We shall have to call you the Bardess!
Thanks for sharing with Gather's Luminous Writers and Artists.
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Thank you so much for sharing with Animal & Nature photos, videos and posts.
It is rather sad though. I was remarking to Mag on Skype just the other day that my yard is attracting new birds (orioles and finches) and how wonderful it was. I'm afraid the word will get out that a serial killer lives here.
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no matter how nice
beclouded her eyes
to malevolent vice
to those that she loves
affections the rule
to those she despises
teasing so cruel
this carnivorous dance
one glimmer of hope
or two, perchance
til on lethal bite
a perfect romance
Loved this...loved this...loved this. It makes one wonder would they really be loving us if we were their size, or just playing with their food?
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It was said by the very same sage
That all the world is a kind of stage;
We are, each, to our parts consigned,
We all have roles that we must play,
The cruel, the kind, the unaligned,
The countless acts of an endless play.
Sharing my home with two avid hunter felines, I am faced with disposing of dead bodies on an almost daily basis.
Thank you for sharing this with I Love My Pet!!
Kitties will, indeed, be kitties.