He told of how he'd found her when 
a comet streaked by overhead. 
While later, people asked where she had gone.   
  
Listing distantly, replied, 
with heaven drifting from his eyes: 
  
She's with me now, a patch of blue, 
trusting where she takes me to 
from a world not meant for us. 
  
I'm by her side, and on the run. 
We stop and rest when evening comes, 
  
to love her 'neath the stars 
when day is done; my feral one. 
  
And when the comet comes, 
she'll leave that day, and here I'll lay 
  
where I'll love her 'neath the stars 
when day is done; my feral one.
-Jade P.