[Morningstar Rising]: 113.Five Words April

          As I sit with Shamba, gazing out across the snow covered plain, I have to smile. Her purr ripples through my fingers. I feel an eternal peace stir through me, making me feel all warm inside. Her kiss as she runs her course tongue over the fleshy part of my hand, feels lovely. We are alive today because of my beautiful blue black leopard. She is a rear breed, born in a lab 3 years ago. I own her my life, she dragged my unconscious carcass to safety, when the world turned to shit. Shamba's gentle nug lets me know it is time to start moving again. The great thaw has begun. Signs of new life are everywhere.  Our search for other survivers continues. Just yesterday we saw a bird flying way up high. I blew it a kiss of welcome. While Shamba for the first time in thirteen weeks, uttered her purr of welcome. A most lovely sound, that seems to go on forever. As the sun rises overhead, the world is being reborn right before our very eyes. So on we move, in hopes of finding others of our own kind. Our hearts are filled with hope, because we are alive.