Cat

Gracefully stalking utterly feminine she walks.

Quietly purring in a contralto she talks.

Constantly groomed with tongue and claw,

she holds me in awe.

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Casually splayed upon the couch she lies.

Vaguely helpless, in parting she cries.

Compact and light, healthy and whole,

she captures my soul.

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She walks alone wherever she goes.

At night in bed she nibbles my toes.

Her feral nature disguised from me,

the danger I see.

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Perilous?  Yes assuredly!

Utterly she is of me.

My heart is bruised

by her caress.

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Copyright D. Clancy (1988)

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Authors note to readers:  Nothing to do with cats.