Through a Cat's Eyes
She stands on all four a guild of colors and patterns-
rubbing off mystery and heed with pries for eyes!
I reach for her head; she purrs faster than my pitapat.
I go back to my kitchen, shut the door, and she churns.
I can hear her prowl and outcries!
Tomcat or pussycat this cat is no dingbat!
Her meows are surly and caveat around gadflies!
One leg is white with bilk and swish free of lies!
Another one sports a grey sleeve torn from an autocrat
Her backlegs are a cistern of all virtue that spurns-
acts of selfishness, and control from the unwise!
This cat is twice a day an attention jurat
seeking all the affection she values.
One caress says all the love or hate she can surmise
In her eyes you are a hepcat or a brat!
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CNQT
Poetry is a form of passionate expression kindled by an impression unbound by public conviction. I write mainly from two genres : impressionism and symbolism. Choose me or leave me, I'm not a backup plan and definitely not a second choice! Not everyone likes me but then again not everyone matters. What matters is peace and the feeling of being content. Every person is a book, this is just the place to share some pages from my book. Peace!
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