Poetry collection

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Pg 542

Scout Unsung, Cat Has The Tongues

Lalli pensive in thought,
Opens his mouth, hesitating.
The communication is sought.
Then Swedish words dictating.

Somewhat smiling to say,
"No danger." s'all he needs.
Pointing the way,
To somewhere he leads.

At a building he stops.
To the window he directs.
An old antiques shop?
With valuable objects?

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Pg 543

Nice Find Twig Chap, Give A Light Tap

Curious looks,
Inside the glass.
Stacks of old books,
This shop amassed.

Wide grins all round,
Except for one.
Valued knowledge found
Will be worth a ton!

Need reinforcements
To carry that clutter.
Nice find, time well spent.
Twigs knows not what's uttered.

Sigrun leaves them be,
The stick-man and the Swede.
Emil pokes lightly,
So force doesn't exceed.

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Swedish Word Stream
(based on Moonage Daydream by David Bowie)

I'm a burninator
I'm a Swedish cleanser bombing for you
I'm a detonator
I'll be a cookie giving buddy for you

Finnish scout but,
It's surprising from what I heard
When you uttered those two Swedish words

Keep your 'lectric eye on me, mage
Let me style your feline head
Press your brofist close to mine, bud
Freak out on a Swedish word stream, oh yeah!

Don't sweat it, Lalli
Lay your troubles on me
The church of man-hugs
Is such a lovely place to be

Make me happy
Make me know you really care
Make me jump into the air

Keep your 'lectric eye on me, mage
Let me style your feline head
Press your brofist close to mine, bud
Freak out on a Swedish word stream, oh yeah!

Keep your 'lectric eye on me, mage
Let me style your feline head
Press your brofist close to mine, bud
Freak out on a Swedish word stream, oh yeah!

Freak out, far out, in out

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Pg 544

Nonsense Released, Stop. Just Cease

From Emil's mouth,
Just empty noise.
Conversation's gone south,
Made Lalli annoyed.

Pushed his mouth shut,
And just walked away.
No interest in what
The Swede had to say.

Meanwhile Sigrun's,
Back with the farmer.
Likes the muscled one.
Oh, what a charmer!

Likes the way he can
Do the job of three.
Will he agree to the plan?
We'll just wait and see...

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Pg. 545

Scrawls Random, Don't Understand Them

He's good at muscles.
Don't need much else.
Sigrun works her hustle.
He buys what she sells.

Reynir passing runes,
Scrawled on paper sheets.
Will it be bane or a boon,
From the emergency meat?

Lalli pockets,
As soon as he sees.
Eyes out of sockets,
He has some expertise...

Emil with frown stuffs
His pocket without quibble.
Disbelieves his clown bluffs
And his random scribbles...

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Pg 546

Mikkel Does Mock It, Cat Out Of Pocket

Just paper decorations,
Mikkel's rather skeptical.
Mocking his creations,
Smiling at the spectacle.

Sigrun admires his dedication,
But from her perspective,
It requires blood donations,
To make them effective.

Reynir won't be bloodletting.
It is all rather gross.
The thought is upsetting,
Even if the gods like it most...

The grown kitty, meanwhile,
Upon the step is perched.
Moving around freestyle,
Following in their search.

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Pg 547

Taking A Peek In Shop Of Antiques

Cat-scout stands at attention,
In the room, looks pretty miffed.
Objects beyond all comprehension.
Lying there for them to shoplift.

Kitty looks back at Tuuri's entrance,
Holding her camera to take lots of snaps.
Happiness plain on her fair countenance,
Safe in the knowledge of old, perhaps?

Seeing there the collection of riches,
Sigrun and Mikkel give a high-five
Smiles and grins, light fingered itches.
A treasure-trove, this antiques archive.

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Pg 548

World Is A Ball, Should Just Change Them All

Now Emil asks Tuuri again,
How to say in Finnish: 'good job'.
Tuuri suggests to use a pen.
He refuses, the haughty snob.

Tuuri relays what Emil intended,
He reacts little, Lalli already knew.
More important things attended,
What's this thing, shiny and blue?

At it Lalli staring with intent.
A spherical object, large in size.
The round world the globe represents.
He felt it, makes sense in his eyes.

But if the whole world is curved,
Why are all of their other maps flat?
Round maps they should've been served.
Too misleading for the Finn scouting cat.

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Pg 549


The happy group,
Book gathering.
In a fell swoop,
While kitty sings.

Open for a look,
One of those strewn.
This particular book,
Of oddly shaped runes.

The language within,
Emil thinks he knows.
It begins with 'Chin'
But not really close...

Wrong is the skald Finn,
Is just not correct.
Mikkel too, Mandarin
Is the spoken dialect.

Also a citrus fruit yes,
Sigrun is quite right.
Like lemon depressed,
Committing suicide.

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Pg 550

Remote Mountains Skies, No Reason For Otherwise

Tuuri full of hope,
For survivors stray.
Sigrun says nope,
No mountains like Norway.

No islands or forests,
For those poor, poor sods.
No escape way possessed,
So what are the odds?

Other countries might,
Have mountains and all.
And survivors in spite,
Of Sigruns doubtful call.

Tuuri points to a picture,
Of remote misty mountains.
So how can she be sure,
Can Sigrun be so certain?

She asks the near medic,
Is that place that exists?
No reason it's a trick,
And for it to be dismissed.

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Pg 551

Too Far Apart, Wonderful Art

Mikkel and Sigrun discuss
The survival possibilities.
But at the rate that they bus,
It would take an eternity.

Just travelling ten years,
Such a roundabout trip.
Far side of the world, they fear,
So they just decide to skip.

In another part, meanwhile.
A braided man, young at heart.
Looking round with a smile,
At bunnies, cats and other art.

Reynir scans the shop,
With a keen Icelandic eye.
Then his exploration stops,
A particular book beckons nigh...

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Pg. 552

Picture No More, Now On The Floor

Reynir sees a panel,
Of framed inlaid glass.
He lifts, it turns out ill.
The picture crumbles, alas.

Before he can ask Mikkel,
It breaks into shards.
The frame broken, swell.
Did he press it too hard?

Mikkel forces him to release.
They're now nothing much.
Just broken glass pieces,
He was told not to touch.

They've taken their fill.
Perhaps even more than.
A lost picture dismantled.
And a shattered braid man.

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Pg 553

Past The Fence, To Odense

The medic and leader,
Discuss their latest haul.
They'll be proud indeed there,
And get praised by them all.

A most best vacation,
Sigrun will miss this.
Not yet in a summation,
Too early to reminisce.

In front of a road sign,
A yawning cat, so tired.
Now time for him to recline.
Having done all that's required.

The others do laundry,
While he wearily leans.
On a line all and sundry,
Mikkel hangs, Reynir cleans.

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Pg 554

Done All Required, Homesick And Tired.

Lalli looks out,
Hand on his neck.
Hears a loud shout,
And turns to check.

"Do you need anything
Before you go?"
Tuuri asking,
His face saying no.

As for questions,
He has only one.
Longing expression,
Homesick. He's done.

He says he's fine.
Taken enough tomes.
Now is the time, he
Just wants to go home.

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Pg 555

Dreaming Hick, A Familiar Lick

Their mission successful,
Met their job conditions.
They'll get on a vessel,
Sent by Trond's commission.

On this one final stop,
Then they can get collected.
A quick seaward hop.
Done a good job, as expected.

Tuuri then waves him on,
To do his night task.
'Till the break of dawn,
The others can relax.

Inside, Reynir leans back,
Dreaming, off with a smile.
A familiar tongue smack,
"Oh, hi. It's been a while."

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Pg 556

Staring, Chill, Just Standing Still

Reynir in dream,
Gives doggy a pet.
Both smiling beams,
Hello again, well met.

"Did you want to show
Me something again?"
Far doors and windows,
On the other plane.

Asking the hound,
Another vision there?
What's there to be found?
Doggy seems not to care.

Wagging responder,
With butt-pats, unshook.
Gazing off yonder,
With a questioning look...