Poem

My woman has written a poem about us.

My Cat

Outdoors,

You are a predatory stalker on weaponed feet
Alert to the pin-drop rustle of a mouse,
With your stalkers' mean eye and irascible tail-tip twitch.
You are a lone hunter; black-hearted as a gunman,
Camouflaged only in iniquitous silence,
Defying the bell of human kindness.
Now you are coiled and controlled -
Burnished and blood-thirsty,
Ready to accelerate into the kill.

Indoors,

You wear a whiskered mask of congeniality
As you stretch out velvet paws of kindness;
On my lap, curled into your own opulence of fur and jewels.
Unfurled now - soft-bellied and yielding -
Allowing the eagerness of a peach-skin caress.
I'm under a spell of feline euphony
Your symphonic seduction of crescendo purrs.