“COMPANIONS OF THE SHORE”
On an ancient, salt-kissed beach where the waves churn and sigh,
a lone tabby prowled the sands, with her sharp, amber eye,
watching all that stirred in the tides’ ceaseless sweep,
her fur bristling beneath the pier’s shadowy keep.
She was a creature of muscle, of silence ‘n’ poise,
stalking the echoes of the seagulls’ rowdy noise.
Their shrill, mocking cries from the sky’s soaring crest
as they scavenged and circled, a thorn to her rest.
Then, one cold, blustery eve, as the sea winds did roar,
she discovered a mouse huddled close to the shore.
Small, helpless ‘n’ frail, beneath driftwood ‘n’ sand,
though hunger bit sharply, she delayed her firm hand.
With a mother’s fierce heart and a gentler intent,
she lifted the mouse, took him back to her tent.
A shelter of bramble and seaweed’s embrace,
where warmth from her body renewed the mouse’s sweet grace.
Thus, they grew close, in those days, by high ‘n’ low tide,
the mouse ‘n’ tabby, together they’d abide.
He’d dart through the rocks, finding them morsels unseen,
while she kept a watch on the water’s cold sheen.
Their bond was a marvel, a strange thing, a lore
that echoed along the wind-beaten shore.
A tale of the hunter, who became a friend,
a story where mercy ‘n’ love wouldn’t bend.
Then came one morning of uproar ‘n’ fear,
as gulls shrieked and rallied, wings drawing near.
Down from the skies fell a lone feathered soul,
a seagull, downtrodden, no longer whole.
Bruised ‘n’ battered, with feathers askew,
he landed before them as the rough winds blew.
The cat and the mouse, full of compassion and grace,
helped the gull to their refuge, a humble, safe place.
With care, they tended his shivering frame,
the bird soon healed ‘n’ gave himself a name.
Guardian, now his path by the pier,
his eyes keen ‘n’ sharp, and his spirit sincere.
Through days and nights, under star-dusted skies,
the three grew as one, a strange, fearsome guise.
A cat, a mouse, and a seagull allied,
guarding their beach with honor and pride.
Yet peace would not linger on shores claimed with grit,
for on one burning day, the horizon was lit.
Shadows of dark wings, filled it with might’ n’ cold,
down swooped the flock, both fearless ‘n’ bold.
These malcontent rivals flew with reckless grace,
their sharp eyes gleaming, their wings in fierce pace.
Challenged the trio to fight for the shore,
to prove their worth, or hold it no more.
The tabby stepped forward, her back arched high,
a wild hiss rising to darken the sky.
With fur puffed ‘n’ teeth bared, she stood her ground,
her claws poised to strike, her heart fiercely wound.
The gulls surge ahead, a quick, brutal swarm,
the tabby lunged, swift ‘n’ agile, a credit to her form.
Her claws raked the air with a terrible might,
each swipe a flash, a merciless bolt of light.
But where number threatened to smother her will,
the mouse scampered forward, his courage a thrill,
a bit here, a nip there, a cunning display,
dodging between feathers – turning them every which way.
Above them, the Guardian circled and soared,
his shadow cast down like a razor-sharp sword.
With a cry that pierced the sky’s trembling dome,
he dove, fast ‘n’ fierce, his aim lethal as a drone.
The three stood united, a circle unbroken
a vow of protection, unspoken but spoken.
Each move was a dance of trust and intent,
their strength in their union, their wills never spent.
One by one, the challengers’ cries grew weak,
their once-proud wings now shuddered ‘n’ bleak.
And as they retreated, the trio stood tall,
victors by loyalty, heart, and afflicting thrall.
So they returned to their patch by the shore,
their friendship tempered by battles’ n’ more.
In the salt, in the sand, in the fierce ocean’s roar,
they ruled as champions forevermore.
On a salt-kissed shore where waves sighed and swept,
a lone tabby prowled as the seagulls crept.
With sharp amber eyes and a hunter’s grace,
she watched the gulls in their endless chase.
One stormy eve, on the cold, wind-blown sand,
she found a small mouse, helpless and tanned.
Though hunger gnawed, she showed restraint,
bringing him to her shelter peaceful ‘n’ quaint.
Together they thrived, by high tide and low,
a strange friendship blossomed, an ebb and flow.
A cat and a mouse, bound by compassion,
in a world where mercy defies all fashion.
Then came a seagull, bruised and worn,
seeking refuge as dawn was born.
The trio cared for him, bound by grace,
each finding solace in their shared space.
Under starlit skies, they formed a pact,
guarding their shore from any act.
That threatened their peace, their unity fierce –
a bond like armor none could pierce.
But dark-winged rivals came one day,
challenging their right to stay.
The tabby hissed, her claws a flash,
the mouse nipped quick, a lightning dash.
Above, the seagull swooped and cried,
casting shadows deep and wide.
Together they fought, their courage bold,
guardians of sand and stories told.
When foes withdrew, bruised and weak,
the trio stood, loyal and unique.
Champions by strength, heart, and lore,
they ruled as friends, forevermore.