Lynx

Such primitiveness of shape and form

Whose feline worth

whose perfect storm
whose primal scream

oh venerable one

behold whose action be undone

winged and powerfully

Could be a jinn

whose epiphany

Is wearing thin

the venerated spirit wakes
a mesmerist for all our sakes

she be a Lynx of bobcat stock
an antediluvian  from a flock

of faerie folk of long ago

hatched purposefully

as well we know

winged was she

a flighted soul

Imagined  in each spectral role

a snarling ectoplasmic roar

gently  broached  and flighted for

winged, desiring airborne light

in an instant purposeful flight

the mystical
the honourable fay

whose spirit comes

with the break of day

oh Lynx you snarling epiphany

a climbing grabbing mystery

your colours match the seasons gifts

as powerfully your body lifts

your ascension cometh

And All can see

what is in fact illusory

A concocted and imagined

Rhyme

Whose feyness

spreads it’s light

through  time

a flighted feline

mystically

howls and roars

intentionally.

Happy Birthday My dearest Dear

24th August

feline worth