Cat Sparrow, drabble
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order_of_chaosThis materialised mysteriously at the bottom of a fic I was trying to write. (Making at least 13 plot-bunnies there by now. I find this amusing, as there are almost more of the bunnies than there is of the fic...) But I wrote it, so I thought I may as well post it also. It's a Jack drabble.
Cat Sparrow
Jack is a cat. Watch him closely and you’ll see.
He’s swift and agile and gets into the strangest of places. And situations - the strangest of those too.
He has curiosity enough to get him killed a dozen times over, but...
He has nine lives, and maybe more but he’s not telling.
He comes and goes as he pleases, vanishing without word for days and then back again acting as if it were only minutes, and you’d be cross, but...
He has a way about him you can’t help but adore, and...
He’s so cute, though don’t tell him that...
He’s conceited enough already.
He’s Captain Jack Sparrow.
He sprawls all over the furniture,
He acts as if he owns the place, which he most certainly does not, but you just try telling him that.
He tumbles sometimes and falls, but...
He always lands on his feet, and...
He didn’t fall, he jumped.
He has dignity, should he so choose, and yet...
He’ll bat playfully at the Commodore’s wig with his paws.
He’ll spin the tallest of tales, until they tangle like silver and gold yarn at his feet, and no-one believes them, but...
He doesn’t care, they’re part of his mystery, and in the end...
Where he comes from no-one knows.
You could ask him. But he is a cat...
And no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.
Savvy?
Cat Sparrow
Jack is a cat. Watch him closely and you’ll see.
He’s swift and agile and gets into the strangest of places. And situations - the strangest of those too.
He has curiosity enough to get him killed a dozen times over, but...
He has nine lives, and maybe more but he’s not telling.
He comes and goes as he pleases, vanishing without word for days and then back again acting as if it were only minutes, and you’d be cross, but...
He has a way about him you can’t help but adore, and...
He’s so cute, though don’t tell him that...
He’s conceited enough already.
He’s Captain Jack Sparrow.
He sprawls all over the furniture,
He acts as if he owns the place, which he most certainly does not, but you just try telling him that.
He tumbles sometimes and falls, but...
He always lands on his feet, and...
He didn’t fall, he jumped.
He has dignity, should he so choose, and yet...
He’ll bat playfully at the Commodore’s wig with his paws.
He’ll spin the tallest of tales, until they tangle like silver and gold yarn at his feet, and no-one believes them, but...
He doesn’t care, they’re part of his mystery, and in the end...
Where he comes from no-one knows.
You could ask him. But he is a cat...
And no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.
Savvy?
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Date: 2006-11-28 06:19 pm (UTC)