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
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!