Bamboo Pow!

Up in the air he flies,
His tiger claws rip the cloud.
His elegant wings brush the skies,
His pose is very proud

On his way to the house of Cat,
His friend of many decades.
With one look down he spies the fat,
Of the Panda, his world, it invades.

In anger he flies away,
He soars over bamboo.
Before dawn became day,
He heard the cows go moo.

He was close to Cat’s palace,
And hoped that Cat would hear his dilemma.
Ready to speak of his malice,
Just like his ma.

Apparent of Tigon’s wrath,
Cat snuck out from the back door,
Followed the flowery path,
And into the bamboo that grew more.

He spotted something black and white,
Climbing up a bamboo bunk.
He thought of Tigon’s speech of fight,
With a black and white punk.

Quietly he approached the creature,
And asked for his name.
Cat looked at the dull color feature,
And felt shame.

Wanting to be rid of the ugly thing,
Cat yelled and screamed.
He wanted to be the bamboo king,
The forest he deemed.

Forward he attacked,
And the Panda he fought.
His sword was well packed,
The Cat’s blade the Panda caught.

Above Pig flies high,
His wings flap.
Soaring freely through the sky,
Below he sees the slap.

Alarmed, he flew down,
He spots the blades.
Panda with his scared frown,
Cat’s eyes under shades.

Seeking peace and quiet,
He steps between.
Trying to end it,
Sensing what it would mean.

As the two fought,
Pig tried to stop them,
It was harder than Pig thought,
It was all failing like a tiny gem.

Above Tigon flew,
Searching for his friend.
He glanced down and knew,
That he should descend.

To defend Cat,
Who was now,
Fighting without combat,
He was not aware how.

Swooping down below,
Tigon growls at Panda and Pig.
His teeth out to show,
To them he was big.

For moments they stared,
Auras rising tense.
At each other they glared,
Nothing making sense.

In a moment Tigon charged,
Toward Panda’s blade.
Anger at large,
A loud roar he made.

Quickly Pig acted,
Dashing toward.
His magic exacted,
Thorough it forward.

Light shown bright,
Silence taking over.
There was no fight,
With luck of a clover.

Everyone looked at the other,
Realizing what they had done.
Walking off together,
A friendship song they begun.