A pure wisp of white with pink radar ears
Huge golden eyes too wise for her years
Contented purr rumbles sound from her soul
Capacity food level found in her bowl
Stereo-perched strikes statue sleekness
A focused Pentax her only weakness
Her peaceful refinement my heart did capture
I share her world. I know cat rapture.
For dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night. There are many wonderful poems at the link!
I wrote this poem about one of my favorite-ever cats. It was published in Cats Magazine decades ago. Cirrus lived for 15 years, dying near Thanksgiving time. I have never gotten over losing her, not really, as she was with me during a tumultuous time in my life and I am not sure how I would have fared without her devotion.