18 May 2012
On a snowy mountain-top bare, something lingered in a darkened lair.
A face as white as the snow, and a deep double fur-coat treasured by King Crow.
Her movements barely made a sound, as she padded across drifty ground.
Everyday King Crow comes down from above, just to ask a question to his love.
"My beautiful ice-queen so sweet, how was it that we did meet?"
In a purring voice, she did reply, "my handsome King, you saw me as you flew by. And returned every day since, despite my insistence that you are not my prince."
How cold and cruel she was to break his heart each day, why did she insist on keeping them so very far apart?
King Crow held his feathers stiff, trying hard not to feel miffed. It was not his fault, surely, that he was captured by such beauty?
How the King admired his Queen, while she looked at Royal Cuisine.
Snowflakes poised on her spotted coat while The King cleared his throat, "now my dear, one day you will surrender to my advance and commence this daring romance."
Her feline whiskers twitched, "You want me quite bewitched," she observed. "Do not think me so naive, it is just my fur you want, I do believe."
King Crow hopped in shock, a false attempt to mock. "My dear, your beauty is clear, but do not curse my desire, believe me, I do not conspire."
"We shall see, my King, leave me but come back in Spring." Away the beauty of winter stalked, even as King Crow still talked.
Snow held-fast the ground, and the next day his queen was none to be found.
The next and next was equal emptiness, everything felt quite a-miss without his deep double-coated fur and its purr.
When Spring finally did arise, and her beauty was to be his prize, he fluttered down to the darkened lair and looked for familiar fur all fair. "Monsieur," she purred before she pounced, and ate him before death was announced.
She licked her lips, and smiled in her smug-feline way, "That must be a hunt record, especially for a leopard."
King Crow And His Love • Opuss № I