Though
Young she appears
My cat knows time beyond her years:
She’s an elephant
without the ears.
She’s got nine lives and’s
lived them all in mine
she chases mice
and hates wine.
Out from the porch
eyes like a torch
she strolls into the den.
She climbs onto my legs,
becoming long and lean
and in between
a hard cover book
and a bean
curving and bending
pleasure neverending
with a scratch, with a purr,
she starts to stir
and i’ve only just begun.
Graceful bound and she’s
back on the ground, sashaying
to the deck (where)
she gazes at the stars.
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cute piece.