Invisibility

A feline believes
That a small nest of leaves
Creates an invisibility
A wandering spirit
Even perhaps
A sense of silent sorcery

Behold the chalice
Whose golden orb
Swollen with liquor sweet
With hazel leaves and fox glove seeds
So soft beneath her feet

The aromatic fennel
That daintily did dance
On gossamer wings
The light she brings
And, each pungent chance

To capture one such message
Delilah so content
To sleep away what is the day
Her body all but spent

She the mother of big bear
Who prefers to be inside
The nest of invisibility
Really no place to hide
The way of the great faery
Is not within his soul
The realms of mustard
And saffron custard
More ties to his role

delilah in her fox hole
Where the wilder vixens share
A dream or two perhaps a clue
To any one who would dare
Wake her from her slumber
What ever the dream entails
Can become reality
Really if all else fails

Delilah flies imagining
The forest down below
She speaks in many foreign tongues
Even perchance the crow
Can communicate with her it seems
And will bring her soft red leaves
Woven into the purest cloth
Which is why, she believes

My favourite living cat
Living with my favourite lady and her son