Isis

In the shadow of the power sub’s hum,
‘Neath the watchful gaze where wild hearts come,
Lived a feline queen, cloaked in twilight’s gray,
Isis by name, both feral and fey.

Her coat, a canvas of the softest gray,
A tabby’s stripes in twilight’s gentle sway.
With Puzzle Face, in hues of earth and ember,
They shared a realm, each other’s kin to remember.

Hidden well where human steps seldom tread,
Beside the substation, their fearsome stead,
In bushes veiled, a station for their feast,
A spot by humans known, for them released.

Isis, the wary, with emerald eyes keen,
Watched from afar, through the brush unseen.
She knew the hearts of those who came to feed,
And from the shadows, her presence decreed.

When the feeders’ steps would pause and wane,
She’d emerge, her sovereignty to proclaim,
Reminding them where her trust was placed,
In the quiet, hidden feeding space.

Across the roads, vast and fraught with peril,
Her kingdom’s call, she could never quell.
For the promise of sustenance, she braved,
Each journey fraught, her courage engraved.

But time, the thief, came with silent tread,
Feline Aids, the shadow that it spread.
Isis, once queen of her domain so wild,
Faced her twilight, nature’s untamed child.

In her final sleep, where dreams may roam,
May she find peace in her eternal home.
A spirit free, where no pain can chase,
In starlit fields, her everlasting grace.

Farewell, dear Isis, your story we hold,
A tale of freedom, of courage untold.
In our hearts, your memory will forever dance,
A feral queen, who lived by her own chance.