In the glowing light of the setting sun, I pad through the grass
to the altar by the door.
The mouse is still warm. I drop it there and wait,
a supplicant in shadow.
The goddess screams when she steps outside.
This night is blessed.
The Offering
Fiction, Poetry, Nonfiction, Photography and Photo Art
Karen Lee Kleis 
I loved the shadow in visual and poetry!
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Thank you! I photographed the cat one sunny morning and then decided to give it this more mysterious mood. Glad you enjoyed the poem, too.
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Loved the experiment!
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