My Cat

My Cat Intense elation fills my every fiber as I sense delight arising from within her while she gently discerns and replaces my pain that instantly flees in her ardent embrace. Who is this that has chosen me to be her solitary lover? What demands arise from a dancing heart that fixes her gaze upon my face and perceives me as her endless elect? Perhaps she is but a spirit floating through eternity or even the whisper of God gently brushing my face. She dances ethereally, unencumbered by concern for life itself. Even if I should be lost in infinity she would detect me, and there attend to the indigence she perceived without her presence - - - this devotee, this shadowy soul.