11th April 2018

Gloat, mine enemies, gloat,

For I have been brought low,

Rendered weak and defenseless,

Not by your own righteousness

But by the fruit of my own hands,

But just as the sun rises again

After darkness has fallen,

So too shall I soar like the eagle

And run fleet-footed like the gazelle

As I once did in the old days

When the gods looked down on me

And were pleased

With what their hands had made.

  

21st March 2018

Praised be the gods in the heavens above,

For my beloved,

Doomed to die from birth complications

As feared and believed for many a day now,

Is at last freed of her prematurely-born babies and lives

Without the interfering hand of human intervention,

I might add.

Praised be the gods in the heavens above,

For another beloved of mine,

Doomed to die from a prolonged illness-induced loss of appetite

As feared and believed for many a day not too long ago,

Not only recovered but thrives today

Without the interfering hand of human intervention,

I might add.

Perhaps the gods too had cats of their own,

Seeing the way they heard my prayers concerning mine.