posted on Feb, 16 2016 @ 09:40 PM
The Cat and his captive traversed for miles over deep snow. The Cat seemed to glide effortlessly and his paws scarcely left a track. The
Bird had stayed alert, not dozing; she needed to keep awake in case an opportunity arose to escape her jailor. The moon had risen and it was full. The
light shimmered upon the snow and created what looked like diamonds on the surface. The Bird could feel the temperature dropping and knew that she
wouldn’t survive the night. The Cat had thick warm fur but, the Bird…There appeared an opening in the side of a small mountain. It looked to be
the entrance to a cave.
Panthera entered, cautiously, and went to the farthest wall of the cave. He sat the cage down and sleeked away back out of the cave. “Perhaps he’s
leaving for good”, thought Bird. She began to peck at the lock of the cage. It twisted and turned with each peck and she was becoming frustrated
with the task. “There must be a way to get this lock opened!” peck, peck, and peck… nothing. Within a short time, the Cat came back through the
entrance to the cave with a bundle of wood in his, rather large, mouth. He dropped it and looked at Bird. “You won’t be able to escape so don’t
hurt your beak trying.” Bird shied away from the lock and watched as Panthera pushed the bundle of brush into a pile. He then went to the wall of
the cave and with a sharp claw scratched away a chunk of flint. He picked it up, gently, with his massive jaws and carried it to the pile of sticks.
Panthera took his claw and scratched the rock, he laid it to the pile. It alit with a mighty flame.
Panthera turned and started for the entrance again. Bird watched as his muscles rippled under his skin. He was so graceful and strong. Bird continued
to peck away at the lock as soon as he was out of sight.
Oh, if she could just get free she would fly far away from this place. She would not rest until she was over the valleys and to the West. She had
heard from travelers talking at the Inn that there were warm sands and many flowers and insects. She had heard that night only came twice a year and
that birds could fly over water and earth and not fear for their young or themselves.
Within, what seemed like only minutes, the Cat reappeared and he held something clenched between his jaws. There was blood dripping from his mouth.
Perhaps he had been injured in battle! THIS may be her chance! Bird couldn’t make out what was happening until he bent his head and dropped
something, with an uncaring thud, against the cave floor. It was a bloodied rodent. He raised his head and looked at Bird. His green eyes were wild,
Bird assumed from the frenzy of the kill. He started slinking toward her in the cage.
“Was the rodent not enough?” Bird thought. Did he intend to eat her as well, even though he said he wouldn’t? Bird trembled and shrank back
against the bars of the far side of the cage. She took up her defensive stance. “Oh, we will both feel the sting of battle!” she thought.
The Cat took his paw and nimbly opened the lock and door just enough to sling inside a lizard. “Eat!” Panthera demanded. “The journey is long
and you will need your strength. It looks as if you can use the meal as well! Let’s get some meat on those scrawny bones!” Bird shoved the poor,
dead lizard to the side of the cage and bowed her head at its sacrifice. She prayed to Amihan, the first creature on the earth, to forgive the sins of
her captor and to protect her from his selfish deeds.
The Cat ate his loot slowly. He seemed to savor every bite. He licked the bones clean with his strong tongue. Bird was becoming queasy with the sounds
of his delight. When the meal was complete, the Cat stretched out near the fire. His muscles were twitching from fatigue. He was lean and muscular and
groomed his fur with delight. His strength and prowess was on display. Bird was not moved. He was but an evil beast and she would patiently await her
moment to end his disgusting existence. The Cat began to groom himself. He purred while he licked his paws and every inch of his body. Every once in
a while, he would look over at the Bird, his emerald eyes twinkling…his fur glistened in the firelight. He wet his massive paws and rubbed behind
“Now, Birdie, we shall rest. The flame will keep you warm enough to survive the night. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my little
Bird turned her back to the fire, and the massive Cat, and tucked her beak.
“Are you cold Bird?” Panthera asked.
“What do you care?” Bird replied.
“I want to make sure my bounty is warm and comfortable enough to survive the night!” the Cat replied. “Sing me to sleep, Bird”.
Bird began to sing, again, careful to not to sing the songs of Black Mountain lest the Cat recognized them.
”🎶 ♭ ♫ ♬♪♫” the bird sang.
Perhaps, as the Cat succumbed to sleep from the long journey, the warm fire, and full belly; she would find her escape…