Mei-Lan's Conquest
Her masked eyes gaze in wonder
at the piece of art before her.
Leaves crissed-cross here and there,
over
and under-lapping,
twisting upward into a being
magnficent;
She must join them.
Reaching out a padded hand,
she grips tightly, breath caught in her throat.
Carefully she moves upward,
knowing she will soon reach a height most desired.
But she never hears Her coming; sharp but gentle
teeth tug at her ear.
A tumble,
backwards into warm arms.
A nuzzle
to her cheek,
gripped in a vice unbreakable.
Intrusion,
but then there's always tomorrow.
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