Do you Believe in Magic? Shape-Shifter


 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/do-you-believe-in-magic/

 

Do you Believe in Magic?

You have been transformed into a mystical being who has the ability to do magic. Describe your new abilities in detail. How will you use your new skills?

 

Do You Believe In Magic – The Lovin’ Spoonful

 

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Me channeling Cat Woman Halloween 2011

My Magic Power is a Shape Shifter. I can morph into any shape, being, animal, plant or even a mist that I desire or as the situation requires.  As most of you long time Followers/Subscribers already know I have a predilection for all things Feline! Over the past few Halloweens I have portrayed various Felines and I also have a Black Panther tattooed on my right shoulder. My All-time Favorite Cat Woman is Eartha Kitt!!  ❤  She not only had the body but the voice fit for the part!

Do you Believe in Magic?

Makes me wonder if I used my special magic power as a Shape Shifter and changed into a cat would My Tuxedo Cat Sylvester feel puzzled, threatened, confused or see me as a rival!! LOL!!

 

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This Magic Moment – Jay & The Americans 1969

 

ShapeShifter Poetry from Edge of Humanity

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The Mills Brothers – TIGER RAG

 

Year of the Tiger!
Halloween 2013 ~ Year of the Tiger!!
The Sleeping Gypsy

Dunes of the Sahara


Dead Can Dance – The Host of Seraphim

https://youtu.be/ZxK_an_tysc

I must return to the Savannahs of the Motherland from whence I was birthed eons ago.

Big cats all around me.

Sleep easy.

Sleep easy.

Bones buried in sand dunes.

Spirit soars.

The Sleeping Gypsy
Henri Rousseau ~~ The Sleeping Gypsy

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Happy Birthday to My Cat Sylvester!!


Happy Caturday and Happy Birthday to my cat Sylvester who is 10 years old. Actually I have no idea when his actual birth date is but 7/11 sounded good so I’m making today his Kitty BornDay. As you can see he is really a Fat Cat now as opposed to when he was younger and much slimmer! LOL!!

Sylvester is Feline Fine and looking good at ten years of age. These are some moments and flashbacks from his kitty life. Happy Birthday Sylvester!! Mommy Loves You!!

Sylvester aka Undercover Kitty
Sylvester aka Undercover Kitty

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Sylvester on Rumpled Bed
Sylvester on Rumpled Bed
Sylvester in my old Laundry Bag
Sylvester in my old Laundry Bag
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Rats with Attitude


Saturday Night on my way home from work approximately 9:45 pm.

Finally caught my breath and my heart rate has returned to normal. While I was exiting the subway station nearly had a panic attack because two giant rats bigger than my cat Sylvester were sauntering along the platform as though they owned it. Now I’m not an easily frightened person but rats scare the shit out of me and these rats took their time walking along with the other riders exiting the station. Finally the gentleman in front of me stomped his feet to get them to move faster. Once he did that the rats moved along and I ran to the exit door. I commented to the gentleman that I need my cat and he said Miss even a cat would mess with rats that size. Shit! I need one of those damn raptors or other dinosaurs from Jurassic World!  New York rats must be freaking hybrids and they have no fear of humans!  Bad enough you never know what human kook or nut-job will be riding the train with you now gotta deal with damn rats on the platform.

Rodenticide

The rats made me forget all about my arthritis. That fear in the pit of my stomach gave me a burst of energy and the limbs of my 18 year old self! LOL!! However I can do without creepy creature shocks.  I prefer that the insects (gigantic cockroaches and water-bugs) and mammals not ride the trains or walk along beside me on the platforms. All I could think is if those rejects from Chucky Cheese bite me I’ll be getting rabies shots for a month.

Years ago while I was in the Army I went TDY (Temporary Duty) to Ft. Polk or as we like to call it Ft. Puke, LA. Being a city girl I had little experience with wildlife. I remember being in the barracks and asking another woman why birds were flying around at night and so near our windows. She said those aren’t birds those are bats. Needless to say I was terrified thinking they were vampire bats out to get me! Made sure the windows were shut tight despite the heat. Louisiana also has a variety of scorpions, snakes, vipers, mosquitoes the size of helicopters and whatever else the Field Artillery guys had the nerve to bring back from the field. So I won’t be retiring to LA either! Too many scary critters.

The rats are farebeaters. They have not paid their $2.75 fare and even if they did since they are nothing but disease carrying vermin they should be exterminated.  It’s one thing observing them running to and fro along the tracks, (those grey bastards are too smart for their own good because they always manage to avoid the electrified third rail), but it’s a whole ‘nother story to have them marching along beside you as though they too were returning home from work, school or church.

Given last Saturday’s rodent encounter I’m seriously considering getting off at a different subway stop a little further from my home but has more human activity, police and is somewhat cleaner than my station.  Ugh!!

Some of you old enough will remember this song from the movie Ben (1972) and the follow up film Williard. https://youtu.be/h0eKPBvyk_4

Charlie Brown Rats
Charlie Brown Rats

Brooklyn Redux Remix


Brooklyn Go Hard Morning ~ Raunchy, gritty, grungy, hardcore, dirty, filthy, artsy-craftsy, petal soft primal woodsy, wild. Designer baby strollers, Citi-Bike riders, health food buyers, vegan organic garden juxtaposed within a few blocks of BodegaLand wilted fruit, shrunken veggies, seven churches on one block, artery clogging foods, liquor stores, Loosies, shopping cart pushing poverty stricken poor beings hustling up another meal from the local food pantries.  The B25 Bus will take you to all worlds in one short ride.

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Bumble Bee Buzz Razor sharp concepts ideas, plans, exciting, off the chain, rose scented thorns up your crazy cool a$$ fantasy, all the way live, drama, Elegance, earthy, witty, Wow! The Borough of Kings filled with Queens. City of Dreams. Poems and Schemes. Living the Grind to expand my mind. Peace out!!!!!!!!!

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Brooklyn Evening Downstream Rush

Brooklyn ~ Land of Drama and Dreamers, Hipsters, Hucksters and Healers, Shirkers and Workers……

 

Amidst the filth, dirt and refuse he sits. Sleeping dog by his side.  I stopped. I had to stop for my Guardian Angel bid me pause.

As I got closer I realized underneath the grit and grime of Broadway Junction, the light deprived space next to a ramshackle breakfast, bagel, Danish, egg sandwich cart was a white man possibly in his 30s or early 40s.  Unwashed tousled hair steady gaze. Hoping. Wishing. Praying that passersby will stop, recognize him a human in distress only needing a few dollars which more than likely will be used to buy dog food for faithful canine companion and maybe whatever the food cart was not able to sell during the day.

In him I see me. I was almost there. Paid my rent. Nothing left to buy food for either myself or my two feline friends. I prayed and my Guardian Angel caused the local junkies to drop $9.00 on my doorstep.  Nine whole dollars which went to Fancy Feast for my beloved cats who love me down and out, rich or poor, in sickness and in health.

Homeless with Catster

Was this man who sits peacefully and patiently once a King, an Emperor, and a contender for something greater than a Brooklyn street? Today he is a homeless man his only companion his faithful dog who arose in friendly anticipation of monetary dispensation.  Only $2.00. That’s all I could give him today. Wish I could have given more. He generously thanked me. I saw his heart through his eyes.

Homeless with Doggie

Maybe once he was a Warrior, now beset by the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune.  Did Desert Storm take the wind out of his sails? Who or what abandoned him to this desolation of watching teeming hordes of semi-purposeful beings trod the garbage strewn path to catch departing buses and subway trains to who knows where? In another life was his ever present Prince Valiant Pup a trusty steed in King Arthur’s court?  Did he reign over the Knights of the Round-table? How came he to this ignoble end, yet still maintain a semblance of dignity?