Eyes, paws raised up high,
A prayer for Benevolence:
Bastet cast in bronze.
#828 On This Bronze Bastet
#787 On Kati’s Dreaming
She lies content on the green sofa
Her soft breathing barely audible
Against the piano music that fills the room
A quiet respite from a torrid existence
Of fast cars and strangers and concrete flooring
What are you dreaming of, Kati?
Another bite of kibble, or the hope of domestic welcome?
