Golden eyes

“A cat’s rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.”

— William S. Burroughs

Kazon sat betwixt my soul and the sun shining brightly in celestial bombardment of the earth beneath my feet, and there we two sat and stared, his golden eyes ablaze as they pierced me to the core, to the very part of me that defines who I am.  And I, in my weak and human way, stared back, my eyes empty save the love I felt for him, like that as a father feels for a child.

Close-up of Kazon with his eyes wide and glowing gold (162_6202)

I melted in that moment, in those eyes, in the love that hung heavy between us and made the air thick with affection.  It lay upon me like wet cotton resting against bare skin.  This child, this feline, this predator who so ably controls my every whim with but a look from those golden eyes… he held my essence in his view on a burning cold day with nothing but sunbeams defining the time.

Kazon sitting in front of me looking up with wide, golden eyes (162_6248)

The afternoon toiled away in brief moments of reflection, my reflection in those eyes.  They stared at me with compassionate patience only a master of the universe could fully comprehend.  To appreciate what can be seen in those golden eyes is to finally touch heaven.

2 thoughts on “Golden eyes”

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  2. What a perfectly wonderful entry to describe the connection between a human and their precious furry baby. Thank you for sharing. The pictures are just incredible. I can’t wait to go home and look into my boys’ eyes.

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