A Dog Gone Scribe

There lives a tribe
more ancient than truth
who wrote a tale
of Venus’s youth

" From Jupiter came…"
what remains to be seen
as a come what may
for all that’s been

A dog, gone scribe says
" to say my name "
is to know exactly
what serious means

A system of nine
is more than sublime
and we’ve yet to see
what we hear in rhyme

Of creation, tradition
is a matter of waves
of elation, prediction
is a water that saves
of the ages, addition
is the heart who braves
to know light…
is the write
we crave

.
.
" how did a cat survive "
when she got to the other side
as a god sent a dog, gone scribe…

a collision of worlds
to reclaim her Pride.
.
as aLion
she never lies