the cat-o-ccult

A yogi en route to the Himalayan heights, stopped at a hamlet for a night.

And though he stayed but a few hours, the village welcomed him with fruit and flowers.

And since the village was plagued with rats,

They gave him a mouser- a large grey cat.

And he spoke to them of Life and Death,

Taught them pranayama- control of one’s breath.

After he’d left, they practiced what he’d taught

And found in yoga the good health they’d sought.

Soon, legend grew around him and they erected a shrine,

Made him a great guru–almost divine.

Somehow the grey cat also grew great-

They said twas a mascot– a talisman against fate!

And the force of this superstition became so strong that:

They left off yoga and worshipped the cat!!

 

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