Rainbow Moon Heartache
Cats have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. Lithe and gentle, spiteful and harried, wise beyond years, the perfection of her form, the swiftness of her step, she had never wanted for anything else, had never yearned to be more than she was, until, at last, she had caught sight of him, until he lifted his fingers to her small head and removed the bandage cruelly placed there and gazed upon that crescent moon. Now, here she was, watching his every movement, praying for his well-being, basking in his attention, her small heart beating so fast in her chest, her purr coming unbidden whenever he reached out for her.
Yet for all the warmth she felt, so came the ache, the knowing that she could never be for him what he was for her, that the way in which she watched him would never be the way in which he watched her, and it was enough to throw her, old and wise as she was, into confusion, that tiny heart jostling to find space for one feeling after the other.
Was this why people were so big? Was this why they were so uncertain? When apart, she found herself alone in moonlight amidst rooftops and alleyways, gazing up at the glistening stars, wondering if these were the same stars he too looked up at. Wasn't love supposed to be something warm and reassuring? Why would any Creator's hand fashion hearts that could know such sorrow from such blessings?
Her chest heaved, her tiny body trembling with the feeling. In this season, when the stars burnt brightest yet seemed so far away, she found herself yearning to be so much more than she was, to have hands to hold him with, lips to kiss him with, and a heart that might know more than one feeling at a time.
From somewhere in the lonely distance above her, for one moment only, she thought she could hear the soft chiming of bells.
