A simple sort of magic today,
Made beautiful by how much it matters to you.
I saw a ginger cat sitting on the sidewalk,
Her eyes sharp and bright
She crouched forward and I reached towards her
She purred, and it was as sweet as a smile,
The sight of her warm clever face making me lighter somehow,
She brushed against me, a steady comfort, a glowing love,
Before slinking away
With one look over her sleek fur
One long bound.
I stood there long afterward,
Wondering if she’d come back,
If I had imagined her in a glimpse of a daydream,
Out of the changing colours of fall,
Out of the tail-end of the sunset,
The moment of witching-hour,
Where familiars sneak out of the woods,
Out of my need for a simple sort of magic,
A simple sort of happiness.