THE BOND (A TRUE STORY)

To me, my cat’s eyes are dark narrow halls.
Lingering in these shadows I may fall;
So I focus on the light in these eyes —
Call it cat kindling [a soul] thread so fine.
We stare at each other, my cat and I,
Until something clicks, please don’t ask me why,
But my cat, Kapoa, runs to my side.
When we dialogue what will be our guide?
That we’re true friends is our epiphany;
Conversing an instinctive symphony.

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