I see you in faint morning light
Shadows heavy, cross in daily fight
Yet you shine right on through
Sleeping, drunk on Morpheus brew
I wonder if it is you I should wake
For morning repast’s sake
Still I roll in cottons embrace
Sneaking glimpses of moonlight’s trace
I think if it right to make noise
And bring up other ploys
For it then their fault be
Your eyes crack and me you see
Then I roll back again in silence
Looking at darkness in defiance
Light is my ally in this battle
And in time, wake you that’ll
So I yawn in patient wait
For Sol to break shut eye gate
Huntress of the world
Smarter than most
Slyer than a ninja
She is a princess
Duchess of all she sees
She will protect what she claims
And she has claimed me
Faster than my thoughts
Innocent of nothing
Controlling of her might
She stares out at the savanna, knowing that they play regardless of who may be watching. This is their home and she is but a visitor. Two of them greet each other with gentle head butting that would knock her to the ground. One of them flashes its open mouth, a quick yawn or a warning of the deadliness hidden under her beauty.
Yet she watches in reverie, enthralled with the anticipation of what they will do next as yet another joins the group and shares in the greetings. If not for the apparent size difference, she would think them the same as her ones back home that wait for her return. Her mind wonders to that of sitting in a chair on her computer as one of her cats comes up to her and nuzzles her with affection and want of attention. The joy and comfort she is feeling is amplified by her lover’s hand upon her back. He is there watching in fascination with her too.
The gentle caress of his hand brings to mind his own pet name for her, his snow leopard. Her thoughts dwell on all the attributes it has and she feels like she lacks. It is a creature of great power and beauty; never to be tamed. Questions enter her mind as she wonders if he sees the same things in her that she sees in it. She steels a quick glance and recalls the confidence he has in her, greater than her own sometimes. She feeds on those compliments, repeating them quietly to herself and still questions where he gets such ideas.
The lions in the field are now resting gazing pleasantly across the field now. The cats here are much like the ones at home. As they get sleepy you feel as if they beckon you to sleep with them. Or is it that they leach your energy to recharge themselves. The feeling is hard to say at this moment. For in the comfort of her family she understands why they are comfortable. In this moment she feels as though she empathizes most with the animals in the field more than many she knows back home.
This one is now a couple years old. But still like it and miss that cat.
I wish I knew
How much time we were allowed
But would I treasure it more?
Would I savor each moment?
Or would I curse the countdown?
Would I have missed out on life?
Or would I miss him less?
He came into my life
Purred his way to my heart
Gone too soon
He reminded me of peace
His loyalty was unsurpassed
Such a small cat
Yet the hole you leave was so big
Your absence claws at my heart
I long for your company
You passed too soon
I would have always said that
I savor the memories you left
I await when our paths will cross again