At Once
he's sprinting through the meadow, Like I'm watching some sort of horse show, She's flying at the speed of light, Too fast for my human sight.
She's not old and frail anymore, She has won her own great war, Twirling freely under the warm sun, Turning everything completely orange!
The signature color of her last life, The reason I adopted her that summer night, The color of her coat lured me in, It was a love-at-first-sight kind of thing.
Now she's asking me for my hands, Inviting me to see her eternal land, Showing me how she is wild and free, Joyfulness is her true identity!
She laughs, she sings, she dances, Playing with friends and taking chances, Before she sends me back to my dimension, She writes a sealed note with undisclosed instructions.
She winks while slipping it inside my side pocket, "One day you'll get to open it, but not yet!" I'm grieving and she's teasing me with a secret!? She's mischievous even when I'm still under duress!
Such a classic move of an orange tabby cat, Then it's really time for me to travel back, My orange tabby is standing in her sovereignty, She demands that I revive my own vitality.
And since we've never been two but always been one, I know that's my cue to match her orange tempo at once!
July 3 - 5, 2026 -- Seed: "sprinting through the meadow"
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