The SphinxA Poem by Carlos Lorenzo EstradaMake no mistake; these mystical creatures know more about this world than they let on. Cross their path...cautiously.The Sphinx (Children of Bastet) By Carlos Lorenzo Estrada Beneath a shade of summer's day It did not wander, move, or stray Sat upon haunches; sentinel cruel Eyeing the world it knows that it rules In short haired coat of calico Preditorial sentry; svelte and cold Swishing of tail like cobra in dance Mesmeric alluring imposing at glance Did Bastet give shape to thee Sleek hunter creature born to be Egyptian sands mercurial semblance Stoicly stands so quietly pensive Regal privileged self indulgent and vain mundanely exists neath this heavenly plane From raging roar to a purr of contentment Its demeanor lacking in relevant resentment For trust to this creature must be earned Or its admirer's gifts shall be spurned Omen to visions that await Guiding spirit in sauntering gait Goddess feline; a treasure to eye Watches intently as I warily go by Mythic beast royal serene Holder of secrets enchanter of dreams © 2022 Carlos Lorenzo EstradaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCarlos Lorenzo Estradasalinas , CAAboutIf I can say something worth saying that makes just one person think about others...I'll try. The greatest storyteller was my grandmother. I miss her stories. Also, I would like to add to please pay.. more..Writing
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