So fragile
our dying abyssinian
I see her sitting
summers ago
tawny gold
in the sun just there
down the grassy path
fell off the foot
of the bed
the clumsy thump
woke me to
this
I carried her to
a new safer nest
on the floor
gently softly
as her exhausted mistress finally slept
lifted her floppy furry head
summoned breathed
the light of the universe
into her
offered her
a sip of water
she drank the water
gulped it
her parched throat
once closed
now swallowed
for the first time
in four days
she was reviving
in the light
I heal with
breath,
I have only to breathe
to her
I must summon
the guides and mentors
I must breathe the
light into her
I contemplate the curvy
loose-clad
woman dancing
her gold clad
softness before me
I engage in her
musky plans
for future fun
in exotic overheated rooms
the cat struggles to breathe
this is not a dream
