Honoured

Holding his sorcerer's gaze I anointed him
the old purple pencil, bitten by thought, tapped out, on his head of bone and fur, a love song
a love song.

Offering up a scruff to grab, the young cat embraced my leg
and paws like needles stabbed
and his eyes, his eyes, like emeralds in water filled cases, rolled.



Angela Norris