On Top of the Tower
Tam
On top of the tower
I sit every day
waiting for orga
to come charging my way.
I wave as you pass me
from where I sit in the shade
of the catapult that protects us
from the warlocks and rage.
And then one day it happens
while I'm away from my post;
the orga attack us
and the catapult's toast.
The orga just took it
leaving behind dead and the maimed
the pieces I help gather
as part of the Healer's Brigade.
Phineas--I found him
lying dead on the ground
helpfully I gather
the parts lying around.
Xantcha's good eyes spot
his lost hands and his head
then 12 of us gather
to raise him from the dead.
Sorties are sent out
to track our lost catapult
but they continue to run from
nasty orga in molt.
Lightning is showering
all 'round my furry self
leaving my lying
just south of an E.L.F.
Bizob comes running
then leaves in a rush
when four or five zappers
chase him into the brush.
So I lie here and ponder
the cost of our lost device
wishing I'd chosen
to stay home and raise mice.
My tale isn't over,
it's still being played out today
but the catapult remains lost
and Katpus ran away.
It's a terribly ill wind
that blows in no good
but at least now we have
a builder for our wood.