An Odd Duck And A Calico Cat
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Since September 29th, 2015.
The show that must go on
-An Odd Duck And A Calico Cat –
Has come to an end.
Memories fond
And bittersweet
From the fertile mind
Of an odd duck with a rumpled black top hat
Take their place in the memorial casque
Of scintillating sea shells.
Bread and wine
Shared in that first September evening
In the crisp darkness of autumn
Is only a lingering memory.
The end is not really the end.
Merely a new beginning.
One final curtain call
Is all that is left.
One final bow
from an odd duck.
One final flamboyant tip
Of his rumpled black top hat.
Confetti showers of pretty vibrant flowers
To the players and supporting crew
Of seasons nine and ten.
They are all beautiful
-the royal and the common –
And deserve your appreciative applause.
Tomorrow is a new day.
No more Disney princesses
in filmy sparkling gowns.
The play has a new name
-Windsong of the Fastigiata Orchid-
But the scenes and roles
Are much the same.
What is next?
Same masculine lead.
New city.
Different cast of players.
What will the new year of 2018 bring?
Two + zero + one + eight = 11.
Eleven is the newest royal star
And also the number of chaos, confusion and fear.
What a perfect number for
Illuminati orchestrated calamity
In the land of Amaruca and the world!
Will the tower play
Make one final run
As 2017 nears the end as
The hourglass sands
Of 2018 prepare their calculated rush
Of red, white and blue?
Eleventy-one, anyone?
It is the end of the world
As we know it,
But I feel fine.
Wayne O’Conner 9.29.2017