Go slowly like a cat
that flirts and rubs
and sits upon my lap
then purrs without delay
the first sign of day.
Curl up upon my bed
and touch me with a paw
and stretch a feline limb
without a flaw.
Go slowly like a cat,
and cunning
with my love.
That sound is but
a night bird's call
and all your stalking time
is free,
tonight the only prey
is me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Love this one, Barry; I have two kitties and they act just like this; you picked up their every move. Love their little bodies and the quiet attention I get from them every day.
Ah yes, I understand; we females are a bit feline in our actions.
Glad you like it. I used to always have a cat but no more since the last one passed away. But this poem is not really about cats. It's about feline like women.