Thursday, November 5, 2015

Loving a little ghost

quiet so quiet
she walked in the shadows
never making a sound
followed the light
in the hallowed memories
Of the night
laying in the holy ground
she would find
never speaking
never anything
but silent
so quiet
she loved warmth
wherever she could
find it
and she was like a ghost
a spirit, holding the past
in her tiny claws
black and silent
my little one
mon petit chat noir