3: Macak the Cat

As a child
My happiest moments
Were those I spend
With him

We would run
Roll in the grass
My best of friends
My cat

He was then the fountain
Of my joy
The finest of them all
His fur was black as coal
I loved him heart and soul

Winter came
The air was dry
We would stay

Then the strangest thing
happened before
my eyes

You should have seen the magic that I saw
The cat would shake its paw
Like if it had been wet from the rain
He shook it again and again
And when I stroked his back
A million tiny sparks
Would jump from fur to hand
I want to understand