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Alexander’s Golden Fleece

By John I. Blair

Half-seen in a darkened door,
Alexander glows
Incandescent, jewel eyes
Gleaming, like a dream in fur.

We call him Flash; he runs
So fast from room to room
Before we know he’s gone
He’s been and back again.

Startle him in the hall,
He’ll shy and dash away,
But later leap up on the bed
Purring, playing cool.

His coat is caramel and cream;
His plumy tail looks twice as long
As tails of ordinary cats
And wondrously serpentine.

And when he stretches, yawns,
Cocks his head and blinks,
He has us terminally conned,
Alexander’s golden fleece.

©2007 John I. Blair

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