Lupus felinus

Let me speak of a tale

of a  mystical soul

Three  quarters cat

Feral and wild

and one quarter wolf

an eternal child

a cub if you will

with remarkable traits

to hunt in the fields

in the woods  which  conflates

magical memories and enchantment galore

Spell binding gifts

and what they were for

The witch and her friend

were able to see

the spirits of air

the true chemistry

they learned to communicate

and to aspire

to the ways of the wild

and to witness the fire

in the guts of the hunters

throwbacks in sin

who come for to ambush

and surely  to win

over the hearts of wild souls who be

up to their tricks

and their true  vagary

to the owls and the hares

To the badgers and Deer

even the Bears
that we hold  in good cheer
Unspotted and unblemished

the wild baby broods

unversed and guilless

so many fueds

take place in the woodland

protest and outcry

the vile hunter breed

With fire  in each eye

with their guns and their arrows

Like bolts  from above

hatred and evil

and not one speck of love

they believe they’ are masters

they kill at will

wildness is heathen

blood they do spill

there is need for dark forces

to counter their threat

in truth  purest light

One soul named Lupus felinus

or jet

he stirs like a phantom

jetster by name

prowls with his mistress

ahead of the  game

risen from an honourable place

Long  before

he speaks with the faeries

they admire him for sure

he protects

and pays homage

to the faery Queen

and is given the keys

to their kingdom

To have  been

where

great magick is spread near and far

as pussy cats go Dear Jetster’s the star.

a magickal being

blessed by the Moon

A star in  the making

you may see him soon