She was born ...
an enlightened being.
Her eyes transparent
gold
and emerald.
She has the smallest
ears;
an aristocratic nose,
and skin softer than
silk.
When she was
a teenager ... she brought
me food, and little presents.
Climbed to the
highest tops of trees.
Playing showgirl.
She walked with me
in magical forests,
where both of us
were enchanted
by elves, rabbits and
mystical spiderwebs.
Grown
a little older ...
she sits timelessly
in the gardens of
eternal knowledge,
where the warm sun
shines on her
delicate face.
Looking at
dancing butterflies.
Watching how
the grass grows
and elated
by
the smell
of thousands
of flowers
all around her
and within her.
At night ...
she lies with me.
Her tiny velvet hands
in mine.
Kissing my face.
Reciting fairy-tales
till I fall asleep.
Her love ...
has no boundaries.
Her graciousness ...
no limits.
Her intelligence ...
pure.
Her ancient wisdom ...
unhindered by logic.
She sees what I do not.
She is nine pounds
of pure light:
My Beloved Feline.
©Helena Reid,
Houston, Texas
Helena thank you for this beautiful work
**KC**
