I Am Nico
master brummie
Feline Friend
The pitter-pat of feline feet, around the corner of my street,
The soft lashed eyes and flaxen head, this feline is no quadruped.
The slender limbs and torso taught, her elegant and lithe deport,
A music strain almost a purr, mingled with her gaelic blur,
Velvet lips, a smile wide,
A touch of class. Beneath their glass her cobalt eyes are magnified.
The stylish garb of vestments bright, reflect in morning's dappled light, like tortoiseshell or tabby might.
A flash of claws, the arching back, a tantrum overacted, yet in to paws those flashing claws are rapidly retracted.
At ease with me ...... contented cat. But could I DARE consider, that
If cat she be, if not a girl, that on my lap, would pussy curl?
Note: Nico I have moved this as it was posted amongst John Young's Poems. This section is for folk to post their own work under their own dedicated thread. If you would like the title changed let me know.
The pitter-pat of feline feet, around the corner of my street,
The soft lashed eyes and flaxen head, this feline is no quadruped.
The slender limbs and torso taught, her elegant and lithe deport,
A music strain almost a purr, mingled with her gaelic blur,
Velvet lips, a smile wide,
A touch of class. Beneath their glass her cobalt eyes are magnified.
The stylish garb of vestments bright, reflect in morning's dappled light, like tortoiseshell or tabby might.
A flash of claws, the arching back, a tantrum overacted, yet in to paws those flashing claws are rapidly retracted.
At ease with me ...... contented cat. But could I DARE consider, that
If cat she be, if not a girl, that on my lap, would pussy curl?
Note: Nico I have moved this as it was posted amongst John Young's Poems. This section is for folk to post their own work under their own dedicated thread. If you would like the title changed let me know.
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