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He shared with me an ocelot

My birthday gift

By Barbara Steinhauser Published 3 months ago 1 min read
He shared with me an ocelot
Photo by Daley van de Sande on Unsplash

He shared with me an ocelot when finally, I touched ground. Two complex strays, matured with age, revealed a truth profound.

We sat beside the harbour, my son, wild cat, and me. We contemplated heaven as the sun set on the sea.

My heart? It seemed to overflow as I observed the pair. Their furtive glance. Their sweet romance. Exotic and quite rare.

I’d prayed for years my son would find someone to love, to last. I hoped his solo sailing ship had finally found its mast.

He shared with me this ocelot, a woman wild and free. A woman willing to be claimed, should he get on one knee.

My birthday party over, my seventy candles charred, I hugged him close and truth be told, I hugged her extra hard.

When I at last rose in the sky, began to fly away, the rising sun lit up a flow of glowing, glittering spray.


About the Creator

Barbara Steinhauser

Thank you for taking time to read my stuff. I love writing almost as much as I love my people. I went back to college and earned an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults and often run on that storytelling track. Enjoy!

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  • Cathy holmes3 months ago

    This is really well done.

  • Naveed 3 months ago

    Fantastic!!! ❤️

  • Real Poetic3 months ago

    I like the rhymes!

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