My Green-eyed kitten by Sirius
What is in a name? Much. It is thus we conjure up the magic of the vision of the mind. For what is all, but we perceive it? And for you? You float before the dreaming of the eye of written words and thus become your name attached to all that you have written. By your words have I been smitten. These, your words, become my kitten. To hold and pet and yet.....and yet. How can I bid this creature written to come as called, my green eyed kitten? Coeur of all it must be bidden by a name to conjour kitten. You have come in on little cat feet with fresh killed words to lay at my feet. A gift I don't see every day, the verbal heart you want to slay. And so I smile from deep inside and make of you a poem bride by giving you a name that calls for yet another captured thought, brought to me by kitten caught. I name thee for this midnight sleepless hunt. I hence will call thee..Kitten..............................................................
by Sirius
