Lumin

Third post, The Wonder of a Cat.

Yesterday in the early evening light my beautiful boy followed me around my developing garden watering and pinching off the dead heads of roses whose brown heads had forgotten all the magic of a rose. Lumin, Emperor No-Toe (he had a toe amputated earlier this year), Mister, Sweet boy, or just simply Boy traipsed after me like a shadow. I knew I had to share a poem inspired by my beloved one.

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Lumin

The madness comes on him,

dusk in a primordial forest,

that guttering light, erratic as a fire fly.

He is taken with it, like a wild wind

whipped up by elder branches

and tossed into a waiting night.

Small tiger, thin striped one,

made from strips of shadow

and a skit of white that shows

his heart beaming.

Did your mother build you from all

the mysterious and lovely things?

Even perfect needles, slender hooks

that slide in and out, fishing

for the memory of her milk.

After the inferno of his body

has burnt out, he makes a galaxy of himself

on the eternity of my shoulder.

What a sound the universe makes

when its coiled into the

shape of a nearly sleeping cat.