Kin of Bastet

Deep penetrating yellow eyes,

perched on a limb high above the earth;

the shape of Re’s daughter.

Sleeping lazily in the rays of their father;

The mother; the symbol of protection; waits for them to return.

A sound; what is it? A creek? A scratch? A squeak? A soft crunch?

Out of the wall runs a mouse.

Off she goes fast as lightning.

Black, gray, orange, brown or white.

Which is she? Is she just one? Or is she many?

She stretches her muscles;

Sharpens her claws;

And washes her fur.

A twitch of her ears, she can hear all.

With whiskers on her face, she senses all,

A jump from above

A twist of her body

On four feet she lands.

Walking through a maze on your shelves

Not a thing out of place

Not a sound made

She’s like a ninja

Sleek and graceful

Like their mother is

In an ancient tomb her body does lie.

Wrapped in cloth of immortality

Her soul rises to the heavens

Forever in the embrace of her mother