kethrai's Diaryland Diary

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Amanda

This is about my cat-mother.

Amanda

And if my immortal knight
comes for me
she would wear her
white fur and whiskers
as she did
in the days when
she was a hunter
smoothly moving from dark
to light shadows
her cool untroubled heart
silent and still and fast
running out before my
slow, thundering
pace racing
slow after her
hands out
to flick only edges of her
moonlit fur
a wide ear
and a golden eye turned my way--
old enough now
to survive
old enough now
to take care of herself
old enough that Amanda
could rest
from being alive.

8:10 a.m. - 2002-11-23

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