to my cat, katrina
stalking down back corridors
leaping from crate to crate
pausing to lick a paw or tail
though she dallies, is never late
Oh mighty tiger-cat, can
we glance at your slivered tail?
and stroke your gleaming flanks
Oh what would that entail?
A cautious saucer of cream
left lovingly at your cat-shrine
we adore your careful paws
and consider your stature devine
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