Audition

Perhaps I should begin with greetings?
Hi, hello, or salutations?
Formalities and protocols bring out all of my frustrations.
Temper, temper, little cat,
Is this any way to be at this, the first, of many meetings?
Do I curtsey, tip my hat?
Blast and bother all these manners!
Makes my hair stand right on end.

Shadows calling, shadows calling...
Wishing me to fade again
From sight and sound and all these expectations.
My little paws are much too small
To fill the giant boots I'm in.

Perhaps a gift or just a smile?
I think my lips can turn that way.
It's not a bribe and no it's not a sneer I'm nervous can't you see?
What to say?
Who to be?
I've never been one for the stage, but quill and parchment...
Blot and ink, ink and blot.
Putting into words my feelings.
Damn, this kitty's on the spot
Again.

Shadows calling, shadows calling...
Begging me to fade within.
Paying now for all my dealings
With the Muses, count them all.
Haunted mind, forsaken by the pleasures of Euterpe;
Silent, dumb, without a single gift from bright Calliope.

There. I've done
And now a curtsey.
Right leg first, or was it left?
Pray I've passed or left a new gaping hollow
Here in my chest.
Shadows calling, shadows calling...
What do you say? I've done my best.


Penned by my hand on the 6th of Aeguary, in the year 422 AF.