They were the watchers of the underworld.
Host of the soul, that’s how the stories were told.
Protector of the serpent was carved in stone.
Ancient times long ago, all but forgotten the stories of power once told.
Now you sit on the window edge, most have forgetting the legends that are now dead.
Your power no longer seen and your beauty now only skin deep, mankind wins another defeat.
Another creature now just a mere pet, but one day we will regret.
cats
nice read, although I am a dog lover too.
Excellent penning. hbw