Sparkle of the Fae Folk
One circle ends and one begins, the dead walk tonight.
The veil that separates the worlds fades in the twilight.
It's Samhain night, call in your dead to share a feast with you.
The spirits walk, the spirits talk, the witches stir their brew.
~*~
A trashcan on an alley street is no enchanted place.
No fairies, satyrs, elves or nymphs will bless it with their grace.
Only a cruel human hand, who knows not compassion,
Would toss a living soul in it, as clothing out of fashion.
And there she was, a tiny girl, so small, so sweet a kitten,
When she looked up and stared at me, I knew my fate was written
Upon those large emerald eyes, upon that silken fur.
I knew it then and it was for good: my place was with her.
There hasn't been another cat so royal and enchanting.
And, as all kittens do, she liked a lot of hunting.
But no, her prey was no birds or mice, or other living creatures.
She liked to chase the unseen things condemned by the preachers.
She played with elves, she chased the ghosts, she scared the little fairies.
She walked upon the astral realm and all the lore it carries.
She looked at us with eyes so deep, majestic and divine.
A wise sage, a timeless soul: This cat was never "mine".
And they were my family: only the cats and I.
The human friends I once had, now would just walk by,
To go back to their families, their children and their spouse.
It's hard to keep the place clean with kitties in he house.
And every night when I got home my babies would be there,
To greet, to love, to comfort me with their delightful purr.
Until that day when I got back to find my baby gone.
The Fae had come to claim her, away from my home.
"Please, lady, have you seen my girl, my little brown cat?
Oh, please, don't turn away, I'm neither drunk or mad.
I don't know where she might have gone, she must be really scared!"
But everyone would laugh at me, my sorrow and despair.
While I was gone the Fae had come and lured her from our hearth.
She chased a firefly on tops of roofs, across the human earth.
I looked in streets and alleys, where missing cats would hide.
Until there was no place to search and I broke down and cried.
The night when the dead come back, a door was left unlocked.
That night a kitten came through and since the door was blocked.
I had no more strength to search, no voice to call her name.
Only to weep. Somehow she knew and finally she came.
The midnight wind across the worlds told her how I missed her.
I took my baby in my arms, I hugged her and I kissed her.
Sparkle of the Fae Folk, please stay with me, my girl.
My love is all I have to give, in this and every world.
~*~
One circle ends and one begins, the Time is at hand.
But if you seek a spell or charm to find the Fairy Land,
Look closely at your feline friend, who's sleeping on your knees
They need no spells to walk across: Cats have their own keys.
Medea Werecat Silverclaws, February 2002.
Based on a true incident with my kitty Spitha Dragonbreath Tashunebaste.