Whiskers at the End of the World

In a land where the cities had crumbled and fell,
Lived Maya, with cats, in a house by a well.
Once bustling and busy, the world now was still,
But Maya and her cats roamed free, with a will.

One day Maya learned of a plan most unkind,
A group aimed to steal the last food they could find.
«Our friends will go hungry,» she said with a frown,
«We must stop these thieves and protect our own town.»

She spoke to her cats, each one sleek and so spry,
«With your help, my dear friends, we can make their plans fly!»
Nero, the Maine Coon, with a purr deep and loud,
Stepped forward and mewed, «We’ll make you so proud!»

Under cover of night, with the moon shining bright,
Maya and her cats prepared for the fight.
With a leap and a pounce, and a well-aimed swipe,
They surprised the intruders, each of a type.

The leader stepped forward, his intentions quite clear,
But Maya stood strong, without showing fear.
With a hiss and a yowl, the cats joined the fray,
And those greedy hearts turned and ran far away.

The granary was safe, the food remained there,
Thanks to Maya and Nero, a quite special pair.
The town learned of their bravery, and the tale spread wide,
How unity and courage can turn the tide.

In a world turned upside down, with little to spare,
The bold cats of Maya showed how much we can care.
With hope and resilience, and friends furry and small,
We learn that together, we can conquer all.

So here ends our tale, of Maya and her crew,
A story of friendship, brave hearts, tried and true.
In a world of despair, they brought hope and light,
Proving that unity might just win the fight.

And though the world was quiet, and the days often grey,
Maya, with her cats, found a bright new way.
To live, to love, to stand side by side,
In a world reborn, where hope never died.

Each of them came from a different Star

Each of them came from a different star,
Silent travelers in the cosmic bazaar.
Through galaxies vast, they wandered far,
Seeking the tales of lives bizarre.

Some from the fires of an ardent sun,
With dreams ablaze, like a race began.
Their light, a beacon, guides their way,
Illuminating paths where destinies sway.

Others from the cool, and distant spheres,
Where wisdom speaks in crystalline tears.
Ice-born souls with quiet in their eyes,
Carrying the echoes of supernal lullabies.

Each of them, a leading light in the choir,
Ignited by dreams, fueled by their fire.
From Orion’s belt to the farthest afar,
Each of them came from a different star.

They danced in the nebulae, clasped by the night,
Weaving their stories in the scope of starlight.
In the vastness, their fortunes intertwined,
A song of constellations, forever enshrined.

Through the eons, their stardust shall soar,
As mythical wanderers, forevermore.
For in the material of the endless expanse,
They find their unity, their immortal dance.