23 August 2007

The familiar.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice my cat crossing the room and know she is a witch's cat. A slinking, dark kitty, in her life I am the only one she has befriended.

I stir my chemist's pot of bubbling brew, happy for her company.

My familiar.


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