Feline and Fancy-Free

Oh, to be a worshiped Sphinx

deft hands gifting warmth

to my velvet skin

pink and delicate

🐈🐆🐈‍⬛🐈🐆🐈‍⬛

I would settle for waking up

a Scottish Fold-ear

giving precious eyes

until you came to the

corner where I await

sweeping me up in cradling arms

cooing to calm me

🐈🐆🐈‍⬛🐈🐆🐈‍⬛

I would thrill to appear

a rugged Maine Coon

a mass of muscle and

luxurious hair

strutting and exploring our

wooded fairy glade

playing the games you

create and more

🐈🐆🐈‍⬛🐈🐆🐈‍⬛

I would prance about

the perfect Persian

pillow princess

basking at your every

beck and whistled call

🐈🐆🐈‍⬛🐈🐆🐈‍⬛

I would stealthily stalk

as a slinky Siamese

stealing your bread and

nightly yowling at

your bedroom door

🐈🐆🐈‍⬛🐈🐆🐈‍⬛

I would perfect the art of

untamability as a

shining-eyed Lynx

treading upon the

deep snow of life

searching you out

keeping my distance

taking crossing paths over

jagged rock and unseen ground

🐈🐆🐈‍⬛🐈🐆🐈‍⬛

I would plummet down

mountain ravines

as a perceptive Puma

flinging myself recklessly

to reach your remote heart

crying into the night

at my first sighting of

your wary inspiration

🐈🐆🐈‍⬛🐈🐆🐈‍⬛

I would hunt you

a fat leaping gazelle

one with graceful arcing horns

dragging it back

bearing fangs dripping crimson

if I were a fierce Lioness

roaming the open savanna

searching out gifts

to buy your fickle love

🐈🐆🐈‍⬛🐈🐆🐈‍⬛

Yet, I'm just a stray

making the best of

my last try

I bring only what I carry

a song in my heart

divot in my scapula

Somehow I manage

to stretch out lazily

taking a nap in the sun daily

I’ll be here when you arrive

on your ninth life

relaxed enough to settle

reclining in the gleaming patch

next to mine

K.B. Silver