Five feet down in an open box,
a twinkle from the set of sleeping figurines caught my eye
They were animals -an assortment
of dogs, horses, hippos and all.
A silver cat, emerald eyes embedded,
midst a golden throng.
I touched it;
It was warm, not like the others
It shivered and alive it came, snagging
my skin on a razor claw
as it leaped to run on four then two.
She passed between this world and the next as if boundaries were nothing.
I dared to follow,
finding myself enveloped by the light of a winter sun,
the air cold and crisp,
the soft snow stinging my feet.
I sat beside her;
I glimpsed a jade version of me
as she smiled at this parallel paradise.
Her hand brushed my cheek and I laughed
at a touch so kind and delicate.