The Cat House – Vampire Vignette

The Cat House

By J. Lynne Moore

“Girls, are you ready?”

“Yes, Madam Gwen.”

“The XO will have their heard here in town this evening. Even though they’ll have twenty or so hands, we will take no more than three. Who fed last?”

“Sara, Janie and Laura”

“Okay, you three girls watch me and I’ll point out your targets, after I talk to Art. When y’all have them ready let the others know.”

“Yes, Madam Gwen.”

“Bubba will be working the door, he’ll make sure them boys leave their wheel guns up front. Now y’all go make your selves perdy.”


“Welcome back Art, good to see ya darlin’.”

“Look at you! Gwen, you ain’t aged a day!”

“Well you rascal, you ain’t got to flatter me after all these years, but I an’t gonna tell ya to stop.”

“Come here and let me taste those ruby lips.”

“Now that’s the kind of welcome I like, but business before pleasure, Art. Did you find some rounders?”

“Yes ma’am, a couple of brothers from Santa Fe and a wrangler from Pecos. Your girls will feed good tonight, that Texas boy is a biggin’.”

“Girls, dinner is served! Don’t get any blood on your dresses!”

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Paid in Blood

Paid In Blood

By J.Lynne Moore

Peace comes at a price;
‘Tis a heavy one to pay.
Are you willing to fight,
For your freedoms every day?

Someone, has to draw the line,
And be willing to make a stand,
Against the wolves of oppression,
Ready to bite the out stretched hand.

Dear heart, the price of peace is blood;
Of the innocent, and the guilty alike.
For as long as evil reins,
The righteous must be willing to strike.

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His Name is Hate

His Name is Hate

By J.Lynne Moore

He lurks, the Dragon,
playing with his toys,
constructs of human flesh;
supping on the juice of their fear.

As the cat, he pounces!
No shame or regret,
holds him back…
As we sit on our soft chairs of complacency.

Like daily vitamins,
we casually swallow his lies,
drink from his cup of oppression,
closing our eyes to the destruction.

To endure we must…
Shine a flashlight of hope,
onto his vile intent,
and banish him… HATE…FOREVER.

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Falling Leaves

Falling Leaves

By J.Lynne Moore

Frigid leaves falling
Orange, red, golden brown hews
Frost whispering

Frost whispering
Geese and ducks flying away
Sign of the season

Sign of the season
Gray clouds wafting through the sky
Turning the air cold

Turning the air cold
Convinces the trees to sleep
Frigid leaves falling

A/N – this is a “haiku crown”

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