Two kittens—
one night, one white—
both pure in their innocence.

Separate yet bound,
conjoined in spirit
and by the look of it, siblings.

One longs to be seen—
mischievous, playful,
loving to obsession,
always tumbling forward into touch.

The other drifts just out of reach,
lost among the clouds—
a star rewarded
for good behavior,
quietly glowing,
watching the world with patience.

Both live in me.
One leaps toward passion,
the other toward peace.
One burns, one observes from detachment,
each needing the other for balance.

And when they rest,
they curl together—
shadow and sunlight intertwined,
purring in my heart.

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