The Lighthouse Cats
So, some of you may have seen my descent into madness this morning, when my Demon Cat woke me from a dead sleep at 4:30am, where I had dreamed up the first verse of a poem.
I don't normally dream, so this was strange enough on it's own, but then I spent the next four hours, almost to the minute (double weird) consumed by the urge to finish it.
And finish it I did.
I went back to bed, to let the poem (and my poor brain) rest, but I kind of really like the end result so I'm sharing it Lol.
Keep in mind I feel like I can't take full credit for the first verse. I'm pretty sure, at this point, this is a vision from some ancient deity, or spirit, that just wanted this story told somehow, but. Here you go.
The Lighthouse Cats
Whispercat's a thistle cat, she's very hard to please. Whispercat's a little cat, but very tall and lean. Whispercat, oh Whispercat, do not go up the stairs, Whispercat, Whispercat … there is nobody there. Gingersnap's a dark red cat, with paws white as a ghost. Gingersnap's a diligent cat, and never leaves his post. Gingersnap, oh Gingersnap, why guard the Lighthouse door? Gingersnap, Gingersnap… it's haunted, nothing more. Pitterpat's a dusty cat, who's always passing through, Pitterpat's a kitten-cat, the youngest of the crew Pitterpat, oh Pitterpat, your meow clings to these walls, Pitterpat, Pitterpat… the darkest midnight squalls. Lighthouse Cats, when nights get cold, your fur stands on its ends. Whispercat, porch step to hold, her growls serve as portends. Pitterpat, you pitter-pat, up through the Lighthouse, yet Gingersnap's, Gingersnap's, a pacing silhouette. Lighthouse Cats, when dawn rolls in, you calm like settling storms. Gingersnap, as day begins, retracts his bristling thorns. Pitterpat does pitter-pat, down through the lighthouse stairs, Whispercat, Whispercat, does settle, sit, and stare. Lighthouse cats, with eyes so mad, what visions can't you speak? Lighthouse cats, with hearts so sad, what secrets must you keep? Lighthouse cats, oh lighthouse cats, the spirits rose and fell, Lighthouse cats, lighthouse cats… you guard the Lighthouse well. -- Copyright 2025 Arista Holmes
