Monday, September 20, 2010

The cat

The cat appears in many forms sublime:
whiskers like poets, and immune to time.
The purrs are our link to fine purity;
what divine thoughts cause those, we cannot see.
The sable coat evokes a sexual tension,
perhaps the subject of feline invention.
The lithe path the cat makes on tracks on high,
the tapestry above, but always sly.
The cat subsumes so many of our loves:
presumes the cat's indeed a breed above.

placed in Poets United Poetry Pantry #10