the orange kitty in the leaves
was not there just a short time ago
but those leaves knew he would come, the minute they were
but young green things
they could feel his love building
and all that he would go through
finally
to find his way home

and now it is as it is
and always would be
the spirit takes so many forms
how lucky we are that one
is orange and looks
with such deep eyes
and loves with little
reservation
and dares to claim, with a full heart:
you are mine