Stripes One day she’ll die and I’ll lose her. Her soft glossy black fur, her sharp white claws. The delicate stripe down her face, The white whiskers from her nose and above her eyes. Her pure white bib and belly, Green eyes, flecked with bronze The tips of her front paws, The socks on her back paws White paws, black pads Tail switching and lashing The way she head-bumps my face in greeting, Rubs her cheek against me til her teeth touch skin The way she closes her eyes when I talk to her. She stretches languid and confident, Her paws knead the air. She sleeps on my desk as I try to work, Her paws twitch as she dreams. With one stroke of my hand she is purring And bliss emanates from her little body. She is a lethal killer, gifts of birds and rodents Prove her love in grotesque packaging One day she’ll die and I’ll lose her But not today, today she sleeps And purrs on my desk.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Oct 2013 08:43:22 +0000
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