poetry can wait
no words capture the moments
shared between our souls
cat
Night of the Huntress
softly purring pussy gently
sitting on the bed
sometimes she licks my fingers
sometimes she licks my head
although I think she loves me
or needs me at the least
I can’t help think the licking
is precursor to a feast.
Princess
upon my shoulder
she purrs as she rests her head
my feline princess
Luzie
silken furred
without a word
just calm contented noise
she sits and purrs
away my cares
and claws them into joys
Bastet
light steps her in such gentle ways
mystery that she relays
with emeralds that secrets hold
wisdom of lost ages told
for as time began this goddess she
a dark domestic deity
and still exudes this noble form
as if from jet or marble born
The Cat
she twirls,
and curls,
and claws,
and paws,
and tears,
and purrs,
and laps,
and naps.
then sleeps
resting her head
upon the bed
curled in peace
down by my knees
and seems
to dream
until I wake
that’s when she takes
her leave of sleep
and with a ”meep”
off she springs
to do those things
that cats do.
Pet
She is a dream in satin black
reclined yet ever coiled in wait
purring as a humming bird
she is my soul’s confederate
at night-time when the sun descends
she slips softly to my bed
and if her fortune smiles on me
I may be pillow for her head
Cat.
swift peculiar
dark familiar
stalking padding light
green eyes glowing
seems all knowing
citizen of night.
she is sleeping
in dreams leaping
charnel thoughts abound
tail switches
ears twitching
marking every sound.
Feline
so perplexed and perplexing
is the countenance of she
her dark eyes wide and wondering
whilst contemplating me
however is that moment vexed
then she glimpses conversely
and in my turn ’tis I perplexed
by her inate mysteries
The Cat in Malibu
I met a cat in Malibu
sunbathing on the sand
she rubbed her cheeks
upon the rocks
and then against my hand
she’d travelled down from ‘Frisco
left her cat box on the I
and when she reached
the Zuma beach
the ocean caught her eye
so now she lives
upon the shore
and sleeps sound under caves
just being, as cats love
to be
to the purr of west coast waves
the blighters rock 