Poem 11/6/09

The Night
Clear and Open
Black and Blue
A fresh midnight
With bits of glittering dots
Hanging over
All of us
Scattering across the horizon
Universal waves of light
Echoing voices of space

Close and Orbiting
Yellow and White
Rarely Red
Rarely hiding a Sun
A complete moon
Lunar essences
Stroking sea's hair
Whispering if you care
Is there any more or less
Enlightening us with your glare
A night
Free for us

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Tales of the Past - Cat part 1

I remember when we first got Sonic, similar to the times with our first cat Lucky. In a way, they were similar in their role I geuss you can call it that. The role of "pet" to me is important and when things goes bad; you can always count on a free cat hug, of course Lucky or Sonic never used their paws and wrapped em around us, but Andy and I would lift em up and put em on our right shoulder. Lucky never liked our "hugs" that much and would sometimes leave scratch marks on our backs. *soft giggle* and *smile*. But there were still memories of caring with Lucky, we called it Lucky because in a way, we and the cat were lucky. I remember Lucky being a white and black cat, she had a black circle on one of her sides and was always eager for mouse catching. I remember I was young maybe early teens and I was running to the kitchen and Andy would threw Lucky's favorite toy, flashing ahead of my feet and Lucky would be running against my feet and I ended up tripping and Lucky would run away once the giant fall down. Other interesting time was with Andy had the idea to trip Lucky. I would run hold a string attached to a toy mouse in the parallel hallway. Andy at the end of the hallway setup a booby trap, where he would attempt to pull a string in order to trip Lucky. *smile*. Ah, it took us about three tries, but when we finally did it, it was a moment not to be forgotten. As Sonic was our first cat, we did not know much about cleaning the cat litter. Our Dad got so mad from the smell, at a dark and rainy night, he threw Lucky outside as if she could learn to make her poo smell fresh -_-. It was one of those moments, where me and Andy resonance and both cried for the sake of our cat Lucky. Next morning, we got Lucky back and the good times would roll on for a few months or so. Oh wait, also Lucky very much liked the cheap red laser pointer that was popular. I think Ricky and James were there (both are our cousins). We all got into our bedroom and bought Lucky in and shut off all the days. It was pitch black and someone would flash the laser around and Lucky would be chasing and jumping. It was like the first dance I had in my whole life. Good times. One day, Andy and I was at school and after coming back hoping for a petting of the house pet, but no where was it to be found, we check all the possible hiding spots. As light turned to darkness, we would figured out Lucky had been thrown away by our sinister Dad. And as the darkness grew more, he would confess to his crimes, but we were powerless back then. I don't remember if we cried, but I am pretty sure we did, my memory just isn't complete as i want it to be.
Sonic on the other hand came around 2005 or 2006. It was during my Junior year at HS and being reminded by a old caring memory of our previous cat was quite pleasant, as if it was a rebirth of Lucky. We named it Sonic because of her joy for speed like the game character Sonic. *wiping away tears*. Of course junior year was hard with all the difficult classes and even SAT. I was working hard to increase my GPA, I was failing to fit the idea of the super high GPA Chinese person. I did not like math, but I did well enough and my desire for creative poetry was one of my guilty pleasures that not even Andy would recognize. Alright back to Sonic, like Lucky, she was obtained from my dad's Chinese restaurant that pays my dad too little for his hard work. Sonic was different from Lucky, but generally the same beside Sonic's wierd brown/gray/black tail and black spot on her nose.