The Fig

The wasp,

In total genes accord,

Seeks out, in flight, the magic hoard

Of bulbs on covered trees' reward.

Mysterious paths guide wings aboard

The virgin flower's open gap,

Inviting proof, a syrupy sap,

To press on deep 

To entrance steeped

In juices yearning to combine

With stamens, pistols, intertwined.

Moving forward, brushing deep, 

The insect's thrusting wakens sleep

Of the darkened, reddened keep

Of life.

In darkness, swaying stations, murmered wavings,

Maddened movements, insect cravings

Transfer savings, mixing for a future full.

And soon the color of the fruit, just blushed,

Begins a turning, flowers crushed,

Evolves to meat, a sweetness neat,

For autumn's turning, rare figged treat. 

Little Bird (The fastest cat in the world)

Little Bird (the fastest cat in the world) waits,

A definite sparkle in her eyes,

Most close to Ninjin, the carrot cat.

Although a cat catch away,

Still Little Bird is unlikely, I say,

To suffer the anguish of becoming caught prey.

Even with Little Bird's four legs off their pads,

Her twisted body, in a forward leaning way, 

As if to say, I can be had for just a reach

Of a swiping claw and brought to main fangs.

Ninjin, the carrot cat, though eyes dimmed down,

Muscles tense, measures ground

To leap and snatch

Tormentor in a final grasp, 

Slowly bares his claws to grip the carpet fast.

Little Bird, at last, his chance to add to past success,

Leans even more over to her side.

But unbeknown to her foe

A hind paw hidden low, unseen, but bent below

The twisted body fur, has turned to hook the cloth,

All muscles trained to focus power in one leg, 

To spring the turn and turn the tables, instead, 

On Ninjin, strained to spring, glory in its head.

Ninjin, the carrot cat, sinews strained

Waits for the error that will detain

In claw-locked grip his greatest claim

And then to regain his old domain

From Little Bird's audacious gains.

The tension grows, the search for signs,

Both locked in spring mode, eyes aligned,

Milliseconds played, Ninjin's claws splayed,

A grasping swipe, a sweeping wipe,

And Ninjin's body falls,

With Little Bird's loud meow, meow, meowing

Heard down the hall.