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I have always been fascinated by the flamboyant beauty
of a peacock's train, each feather proffering a veritable eye gazing down upon
an adoring, venerating audience – an audience that equally would worship and
has indeed worshipped in awe the aloof but ever-seductive entity of mystery and
midnight that peruses the world through the golden eyes of a cat.
So when I encountered online this spectacular
photo-manipulated composite of the pavonine and the feline reproduced here,
what else could I do but compose a paean of praise in poetry to its esoteric extravagance?
THE PEACOCK CAT
The peacock cat purrs softly amid the fire of the
firmament,
Its burnished plumes glowing and gleaming in
blazing beauty
As its glorious train sweeps downward to trace across
the face of the world.
Each eye, every ocellus, gazing forth from the
splendour of its emerald feathers,
Peers with timeless stillness and silence upon the
lands beneath,
All-knowing, all-seeing, all-dreaming, all-being.
The lands receive its hues, its light, its shades,
and its shadows –
Multicoloured, varicoloured, parti-coloured,
many-coloured.
A kaleidoscope of ever-shifting, ever-shaping
patterns embellishing our world.
Life surges, satiated, inebriated, by polychromatic
potions and elixirs
Cascading in torrents of tinctures from the
prismatic palette of its exquisite soul,
As its train lies settled awhile, an ever-watchful
extension of its feline being.
And then the peacock cat moves on, withdrawing its divine
train of turquoise and topaz,
Of sapphire and sardonyx, carmine and cochineal,
agate and amber,
Ultramarine, aquamarine, cobalt and emerald, drawn
out and away from our world.
And what is left? No colour, no light, no subtle
hues or vivid vibrancy.
Look around at all that is gone, all that is
lifeless, listless, and lost,
Our grandiose achievements strewn in Ozymandian folly,
unseen and unseeing.
The vast void of eternity encompasses us in its
sable spider-webs of dreadful darkness,
Nothing but nothing remains, where, formerly, yet all
too briefly, there was colour, and life.
The peacock cat is gone, and now, and forever, so
too has what had once been our world.
