silent as a grudge,
listening in on their conversation.
It's their council fire, you know.
They discuss lacrosse,
and similar such like.
They imagine that women burn to know what they yap about.
The shaman set aside his jerky,
and rose up.
My half-grown niece has more magic in her Juju dolls
than ten medicine men working the mystical expression.
Anyway, they think they turned me into a wampus cat
as punishment for my wicked spying.
Rare, the wampus cat
that I already was, already was, already was.
Many's the dawn when I saw white man's angels coming down;
many the feathers in my wampus cat mouth
by the time I was finished fooling with them
and the sun rose high.
where is your wife?
Soft stepping with the wampus cat
to a place where fallen pine needles are welcoming and warm.
They said I was sneaking around;
They said the shaman turned me into a wampus cat;
too late for that.
Good thing, I think,
when men get solemn and injured like they do,
that a wampus cat, like any cat,
cannot smile and is sly enough to keep her eyes downcast.
for Margaret's challenge at Real Toads!