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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.

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