Words Not Invented Yet

She likes her feline side; it cozies up to warm books. But pirate woman is not far behind, slashing and swashbuckling. Her mood does not last a week, a day, or an hour. She is mercurial, flexible, a chameleon. Living striped, polka dotted and in paisley. Reveling in silk, linen, and persnickety idealism. Her yin and yang complement each other Appearing with their own whims and whistles. She is woman, she is girl, she is crone, she is empathy, she is hope. She is a nurturer and a killer. She can destroy and rebuild. Books cannot capture her emotional power, for the words are not invented yet. For each she is extraordinarily herself, living as a bear, a bird or a bug.