i
She is never far, her paws ever in contact with my skin.
Within her eyes, I see fragments of mystique and age old wisdom,
pixels of light which speak of mysteries this world has yet to unravel.
ii
She loses her eyes with shuttered grace, until all I see
is the deep forever of her silken fur, as soft as happiness.
iii
I sent her a subliminal whisper in the hope that she would hear me.
'Open your eyes, reveal to me that you will never be far, even in death.'
Her eyes flickered into life, afire with passion as she returned my steady gaze.
I looked at her and wordlessly I replied, 'I already knew.'
iv
I see her chasing the sunlight with graceful fluidity,
rising with the kiss of life ever sinuous and sublime.
She moves with the wind, jumps skyward with the ability
no wingless creature should be able to achieve.
v
She is ever near. Asleep I stir, to find the tickle of her whiskers
as she breathes me in. Asleep, I reach out to her until we are barely touching.
It is enough. We settle down once more, me into dreams whilst she sits,
beside me, my silent protector when I am at my most vulnerable.
vi
She is getting old, soon she will shed her earthly skin. I will fall asleep
missing her, and whilst asleep, I will stir as the bedclothes give way
to her familiar shape as she guards me, even in death.
My silent protector, you give me wings.
Silver trophy winner
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