Ode to Cat

Little, wingless dragon:
Magic without flight.
Exchanging scales for fur,
Retaining splendor's night

Fire-breathed, no longer, 
Now only fishy tastes. 
Affinity for cow's milk,
When once whole herds you ate.

Tiny, flightless dragon,
Eyes of liquid gold,
Your fierce, majestic beauty
Within my hands I hold.

Ever looking upward,
On branches perched in spring.
Forever to remember
Your lost ancestral wings.