Alfred Emile-Léopold Stevens – Belgian painter and author.
“Allegory of the night”
Fearsome feline of Celtic lores
Stalker of the Scottish moors …
She walks alone in darkest night,
On blackest fur glowing patch of white.
Her eyes are lamps that mesmerize.
Walk on moonlit nights, you might realize …
‘Tis she’s hunting there among the crags,
What you thought, just bits of shadowy rags.
Nine times she changes into a lass
When she wants to walk in daylit grass,
Among mankind in bright soft silks,
Aseducing the lads in their tartan kilts.
She is the Cat Sith, a fairy sure!
Though some think she is not so pure,
For her fur’s the color of sable black
And for her curious changling knack.
Inspired by the very informative post written by Flossie Benton Rogers entitled Mythic Monday: Cat Sith.
Copyright -Sandra Crook
“Rather short notice wasn’t it?” Suzanne said.
“Well, my husband has to be at his new office on Monday next!” Barb replied.
“However did you find a house?”
“Another castle comes with the job.”
“Have you found a moving company?”
“Well, no, Harry Dunn will move our stuff!”
“The farmer? In his open hay cart?” Suzanne laughed.
“It’s either that or wait a month. John has to be in Scotland next week …”
“I’ve got an idea!”
A week later, from her English castle, Barb invaded Scotland followed by a caravan of English friends and neighbours.
William Wallace shuddered!
Word count 99.
A fellow blogger, Barb Taub has recently moved to Scotland, this is my homage to her!
Written for Friday Fictioneers