He makes of her his kingdom,
knows nothing else
but her milk flowing for him:
the flick of her tongue
interrupting sleep.
It's only when he dreams,
she leaves.
Then she is kitten tricksy ,
light on her feet,
spilling secrets in spirals
to pale pastel creatures
with flamboyant feathers
that spin and float free.
But as he stirs, she returns
to him. Soft footed, fur soft,
she purrs songs of wanderings
that he won't believe in:
her myths and her legends
criss-crossing nine lives.
