dawn would really like to hear from you poets at heart out there..she is sure somebody has an ode? some prose? or a song theyd like to share with all? once again.. please send to dawnpk@gorchat.com and this one will see that its in the next issue...

for this week dawn dug back in some scrolls she found in the supply wagon.. in an old chest.. the hides were fading but she managed to jot down this amusing panther song.. she hopes all enjoy and has an uplifting day...

this weeks song and quote is in tribute to Mistress Desiree.. once of Kassar and now Panther Tali.. may she always live strong and Free.. thank You Mistress for being You

Hush now... hush now dont make a sound...
cast your eyes to the circle and those gathered round
listen... shh... listen... their voices cry out in praise
eyes fixed on the moons... their arms all raised
what is this and who is here?
branches break the slaves all cower in fear
hide now..hide now..hide no more
we see you,come out,come out all four

(chorus)
come out,come out dont hide in the trees
the northern forests are calling to thee
dance with us... sing with us
come girls come join the throng
raise your voices in spirit to the
Huntress' song!

be with us... join with us... you are all welcome here
in the fortress of trees you have nothing to fear
skins for you.... bows for you...
knives for you help protect and save
so one day your old Master may be your own slave

(chorus)

all you girls... all you women.. runaway slaves
Freewomen who cant stand their companions
run to the caves...
here this one.... this one was once Ubar's scribe
He tried to bed her with many a bribe
came the day His hand wandered wanting her sigh
tis a shame that old Ubar is now singing high!!

(chorus)

see Lemia... proud Lemia.. she was once first girl
at her Master's feet she would beg and twirl
but was with the other girls He bloomed His oats in the heather
now girls look who she has on the end of her tether!!

(chorus)

Shanna... strong Shanna.. was promised to a frightful bore
who sneezed and whined and sneezed some more
came the night.she was ready..but then she did flee
and i'll tell you why if you listen to me
he dropped His clothes... proving His craft
and she ran at the sight of the warts on His shaft

(chorus)

we are different.. we are one.. but we are all the same
wild spirits inside us that no one can tame
live out your days with us a panther proud and free
Hunt with us... fight with us tis the Huntress' decree

(chorus)

I was nothing with these proud, free, dangerous women, these independent, superb, unfearing, resourceful, fierce felines, panther girls of the northern forests of Gor. They were swift, and beautiful, and arrogant, like Verna. They were armed, and could protect themselves, and did not need men. They could make men slaves, if they wished, and sell them later if they were displeased with them or wearied of them. And they could fight using knives and knew the trails and trees of the vast forests. They feared nothing, and needed nothing....

They were different from myself. They were strong, and unfearing. I was weak and frightened. It seemed they were of a sex or breed other than, and superior to my own. Among such women I could be but the object of their scorn, what they despised most, only kajira. (Captive of Gor, pg 128)