Green luminous eyes stare into a magical world that I can only dream of entering.
Her black silky ears prick up at sounds that are withheld from finite human senses.
She gazes transfixed into a netherworld full of fascination and fantasies privy only to
her feline imagination.
As I write, she intuitively guides my every word and phrase.
Her persistent purrs and cheerful chirrups urge me on to greater creativity.
A shadowy domain of the unborn waits to spring to life at her command.
A mischievous minx she transforms into
a master craftsman,
a mysterious muse with the enviable ability to draw out seemingly elusive ideas that once were sleeping and dormant
in the deep
of my soul,
they flow forth like a
my blank white computer screen.