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Mokey's GloveBall Quest

from Songs For My Cat by Grandpa Egg

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about

Spoken word piece about my cat searching for his favorite play-toy (a rolled up ball of yellow-gold stretchy gloves).

lyrics

Mokey woke up late one day
Sun ran through the window pane
Warmth to flood his fuzzy mane
Will it incubate his brain?

In his mind he’ll float along
Waves of golden Siren song
Stirring molten visions up
Careful not to touch the cup

Lift the eyelids drifting black
Sunlight surging cataract
Rack the senses, back-to-the-end
Close your eyes and stretch and then…

Thought’s philosophy and zest
Mokey sets out on his quest
Off to fight the spirits squall
Find the one-and-only Glove Ball!

Telephone’s a-ringing wild
Swells of sound and vision pile
Up inside a waking dream
Mokey sheds an aching scream

Scamper all along the couch
Swing from claws, hung upside-down
Dart through doorways, slash and stir
Dander dash confetti blur

By the window, finds a clue
A shiny string that he once knew
Tied around the Glove Ball then
Lift the latch and spring from the den

Oh the Glove Ball, gone astray
Mokey’s explorations take
Our blue-eyed hero down the path
Violet darkness falling fast

All around the crickets chirp
Fireflies flickered mirth
And Mokey moves through sticks and brush
A mystic quest, press on he must

Now the moon is shining bright
Spiny branches split the night
And splintered twigs close in on all sides
Mokey spins and shucks and jives

Then suddenly, Mokey stops!
His claws sink in the soil plot
Off in the distance, shimmered bright
A pair of simmering-yellow eyes

They vanished quick like sinking stones
Mokey sat there all alone
The darkness held unyielding plight
And Mokey bedded down for the night

When he awoke, all lay still
No stirring mice or whippoorwills
Mokey turned, to his surprise
He met with simmering-yellow eyes

He leapt back with coursing fright
Another cat as black as night
And in his mouth the Black Cat held
The one-and-only Glove Ball, well…

In that second split so fine
The torrents lit his wintered mind
A glint of Taurean design
And Mokey leapt forth, feral-blind

He sunk his claws deep in the black
Alas, he felt a surge come back
It shot through every bone he had
And brought a vision slow and mad

He saw a giant purple cube
A perfect monolithic ruse
Comprised in scores of tiny ants
They moved together in a trance

And in the cube, which gleamed so bright
He saw himself, he shimmered white
He saw that he too was comprised
Of tiny ants, to his surprise

These ants were white and black and gray
They moved together in that same way
And they were he and he was they
All one within the cube display

Then Mokey came out of his dream
With smoke and ash all across the scene
The Glove-Ball now was in his mouth
The Black Cat nowhere to be found

credits

from Songs For My Cat, released August 4, 2011
Written by Jeb Morris
Produced by Bart Morris

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