Wild Ember

In fiery hues, a tiny king arises, With eyes like ancient wisdom, full of surprise. The little cat, a blaze of golden might, Sits poised upon a rock, a wondrous sight. The whiskers twitch, the ears perk high, As if listening to the whispers of the sky. The wheat stalks stand, like sentinels of old, Guarding the secrets, young and yet untold. In this still moment, time stands still, As the kitten's spirit begins to fulfill. Its wild heart beats, a drum of primal fire, A symbol of courage, a heart's greatest desire. With every glance, a story unfolds, Of a soul that's fierce, and a spirit bold. In the dark background, a mystery resides, As the kitten's light, like a beacon, abides.