Dec16
By Moira Heron
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The purrs, the paws, the fur,
The claws.
Feline aristocracy at its best. |
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In stealth, in play,
Hunter by night
And day. |
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The game, the strategy,
An overwhelming curiosity,
What a glorious recipe. |
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Free fall in slow motion
They glide as they fall. |
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Empathic creatures of old,
Definition of elegance
And infinite calm. |
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Ferociously maternal,
Impeccably so. |
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Independently dependent.
Constant contradictions |
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Infectious and contagious
Humorous antics abound. |
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Cat affinity
Is now. |
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Posted in Poetry, The Publishing House.
Tagged with cat, pet, Poetry, verse.
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