Familiar

I wonder if you were made of magic,

If you could feel spellwork in your blood

and every whispered encantation to the spirits was a song that whispered you to sleep.

You were the clouds that hug the moon at night,

My solace in the darkest hours.

You’d call me home with your meows

and I always thought I’d hear them.

I woke up in silence one day,

and knew the magic carried you away.

I’ll still feel your whiskers on my calf

but it’s just a ghost of you.

I’ve hung a cradle on my heart,

for you to sleep forever.