The Vivid Huntress

Deep in the shadows, a black cat prowls,
Her sleek coat draped in midnight's cowl.
Her eyes, twin moons of emerald light,
Harbour a world that glows, so bright.

In her bright mind, wild rivers run,
Dappled with fields, kissed by the sun.
Prey of light and dream takes flight,
Through the labyrinth of boundless sight.

Her owner, blind, feels her friends beat,
A current flows where visions don't seep.
The whispers tell on where darkness dwells,
And in quiet tones, her presence casts spells.

The cat, transfixed begins her chase,
Across imagined time and space.
Her paws strike down on phantom ground,
While purring winds of joy resound.

The blind one listens, her head held high,
Tracing the dance she cannot spy.
Each thump, each bash, each chirping sound,
The window into a sight unbound.

Together they weave a private lore,
Of hunter, prey, and bathroom floor.
The bond between these worlds so clear,
A vivid mind, heard by kindred ear.

For sight is not the only way
To glimpse the dreams of night and day.
Through the cat's shared and shadowed art,
They see the world through each other's heart.

Dedicated to my 'hyperphantic' cat and her imaginary prey - her games always ended up with her chasing her tail in the bathroom. Why? Only she knows!

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