Month: August 2017

Mortal men look to the stars as evening turns to dark
Their hearts hunger for love, their souls for Aradun’s spark

A tiny flame within them burns, anxious to ignite
To banish darkness; ridding them of fear, of dread, of fright

Alas, their tiny flame burns low; they feel impending doom
Without His blinding, white-hot light to drive away the gloom

The Creator’s light is righteousness, a beacon on the path
That marks the road to eternal life, away from the Fallen God’s wrath

The Creator hears their cries; sends a mortal to kindle the flame
A seer of realms beyond the veil; Rand shall be his name

The Zadahrathi will gather adepts, and root out from their holes,
The minions who stand ‘tween death and life, guarding the well of souls

An alliance of fairy, illiri, grimm, and the Captain of the Guard,
With nightshade turned, and the soulless one, they’ll form at last The Star

A united seven against darkness, as a war sweeps across the land
the Zadahrathi must turn the tide to stay the Fallen God’s hand

~Hadrin the Old, 3rd Ciad of Frost, 41AI

I woke up this morning and watched the sun rise.

I sat on the bed, rubbing sleep from my eyes.

Something’s different this morning, I thought as I sat.

Where is the dog?

Where is the cat?

 

They sleep in our bed, usually hogging our space.

At dawn, the cat purrs and the dog licks my face.

Our pets wake us up every morning, in fact.

So, where is the dog?

So, where is the cat?

 

I put on my slippers and looked high and low.

They were not in the bed, so where did they go?

I looked under the sofa. I looked under the mat.

Now, where is that dog?

Now, where is that cat?

 

I searched and found nothing but dog and cat toys.

What if I vacuumed and made some more noise?

They bark and they hiss when I get out the vac.

Would that bring the dog?

Would that bring the cat?

 

Our backyard has a pool. There is also a tree.

Did they go for a swim? Or a climb? Could it be?

I found nobody swimming or climbing, out back.

Oh, where is that dog?

Oh, where is that cat?

 

I looked everywhere and was about to give up.

No sign of that kitty. No sign of that pup.

Then, I heard a bark. A meow. What was that?

Do I hear the dog?

Do I hear the cat?

 

I tiptoed down the hall to the nursery. Peeked in.

And found baby smiling, his face a big grin.

As he stood in his crib, guess what he pointed at?

He found the dog!

He found the cat!

 

~The End~