*A POEM DEDICATED TO ALL THE KITTENS, CATS, AND MEMBERS BELONGING TO THE FELINE PERSUASION (TIGERS, LEOPARDS, SPHINX, ETC) EVER HAD A CAT CHECK YOU OUT FOR A WHILE FROM A COMFORTABLE DISTANCE, UNTIL THEY FOUND IT NECESSARY TO SIT IN FASHION AS A LOAF ONTO YOU? eXaCtLy.*
in stealthy gardens, she then parades with shy fluctuation
compressing down my blossoming appetite, extending my editing time to starvation
like a kitten, she comes with exciting jubilations, as yarn persuades by rotation & duration
intending to string me along, as if i could sing in harmony with her song
bulging expressive eyes, their playfulness surrenders me : to fawning sighs
life ain’t that fair, when kittens are resilient like a stallion to their chosen pavilion
until suddenly, the kitty….while prancing by :
thought enough of me to lay loaf, on my thigh
of course i’m not mad, more like excitedly glad that’ i’ve been honored with their beauty, command, and grace
their kitty cat pussy face, is like a bowl needed to be licked clean, and that they do
not for me or for you, but because grooming is a necessary act of self-care
they wouldn’t dare, ignore this allure, as their purrs causes all the stirs
all the feels, all of my wills : are to the spirit of the cat!
yeah, i said all of that!
i heard somebody say once : “cats don’t have owners, they have staff…”
and you can go ahead and laugh, at the work i’m willing to do on their behalf
you can consider me the x to their y on the graph
for this feline strikes with precise skills, revitalizing my company with aww glowing thrills !
pussy pavilion,
pussy pavilion,
like a stallion made resilient to its post, cat’s are too cool at doing the most!
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 