Wild Ember
Reflection
In fiery hues, a tiny king surveys his realm,
With eyes like ancient wisdom, and a coat that gleams.
The stones beneath him, worn by time's gentle hand,
Form a throne for this small monarch of the land.
The wheat stalks stand as sentinels, guarding his might,
As he embodies the wild spirit, in the still of night.
His fur, a canvas of shadows and light,
Dances with the flickers of a primal delight.
With every whisker, every twitch of his ear,
He commands the space, without a single fear.
This little warrior, with a heart so bold,
Is a reminder of the beauty that nature holds.
In his gaze, a deep connection we find,
To the earth, to the wild, to the heart and mind.
A symbol of resilience, of power and grace,
This small cat stands, in a sacred space.