Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Cat's Eye

image courtesy of Bonnie
You are a most lovely prima ballerina
And most befitting the role, my dear
Never mind the "teacher's pet" talk
Idle chatter

I bow to your majesty
Humbly play understudy to your lead
Purr with satisfaction just to
Snake my body through your lithe legs
As you bestow a gentle scratch behind the ear
From your exalted fingers

Heavens no!
That was not a hiss but a purr of bliss!
My sweet ballerina,
Let not my eyes cause you dismay
This jade green is not envy
But my inherent way

I have nine lives
And you, but one
So enjoy your fortune while you are able
For you will not be the ingenue forever
Oh, am I being catty?
I will put away my claws then
And applaud your success
Perhaps in another life
I shall steal your breath away


Jo Bryant said...

This is intriguing - and holds your attention all the way through. :)

Brian Miller said...

oo la...some seductive sensuality with a little bit of claw as well..smiles...lovely verse...

Fireblossom said...

Very clever, but isn't it a nervous enterprise for a mouse to write about a cat?

darev2005 said...

It's sometimes amazing how we and our furry friends become one and the same. Just who is keeping who here?

Isabel said...

oh how wonderful. great response to the prompt

Anonymous said...

Oh I really like the imagery in this! :) Well done!