Precious Lady

 

Heralding Her arrival, there came a single kitten.

Its dark grey, almost black fur, all unkempt and uneven.

Its bright eyes green and piercingly aware.

‘Look’, it seemed to say without a voice.

‘Look, for here She comes.’

 

And there She was.

In bird form She came,

a hunting bird with

feathers of gold and

a terrifying beak.

 

Before my eyes, bird-form fell and

She came forth.

Not in youthful splendor but

old and grey,

a wrinkled beauty with eyes of

clearest crystal.

 

So I saw Her.

Freya, most precious Lady.

May Her hall forever stand.