My Magic Is A Norwegian Forest Cat Poem by Diana Thoresen

My magic is a Norwegian forest cat
Weaving the endless saga
Of blue-cream and tortoiseshell ferocities

O what unquiet and whispery fur

My silver witchcraft finds
Its bluish rune path
In and out of the trees

O the fury of large wild cats

In the imaginary Pacific
Coral tree forest
Their bones are heavy and Saturnian

The thick Loki tail of my green frog
Sorceries is long and bushy
My silkiness shines like a milky quartz

A hunter at heart
I leap into your head
To plant your angel aura dreams

By my enchanted ancient oak
Ringed by strange old standing stones
My purring awakens a sleeping Dryad

I die a little during shedding season