Jetster’s real fear { A cautionary Tale}.

There is something out there

an ominous force

an evil foreboding

a symptom at source

the rampant high grasses

of long long ago

where the threatening midges

seemingly  grow

where phantom foxes

try to deter

with their cautionary bite

and that menacing whirr

a cat of my ilk

experienced to

A  new found freedom

such perfection felt true

Green shoots recovery

a renaissance in view

in quiet solitude

at the advent of dew

the wake-up

call came

with its teeth in my tail

a violent foreboding

an ingenious trail

an illusory aura

a holiest grail.

I will leave by the front

in the Ivy I be

true to myself

for I am  legendary

stalking has relevance

figuratively

a Cat flap is the answer

Brokering, dignity.