My Willow comes to the bedside and the moonlight halves
her little upturned face into light and shadow.
The moonlit eye beseeches me to invite her up.
The silvering of her fur accentuates the line of her flanks
and her feline beauty.
I pat the bed and, in an instant, she alights beside me
and curls up in contentment.
2017
(from the book Discoveries In The Dark by Doris Potter)
© Doris Potter
Wait a minute. The cat waited for an invitation?
ReplyDeleteYes, I think it is a little ritual that she enjoys. :-)
DeleteThere is no companion quite like a feline companion.
ReplyDeleteI agree messymimi. :-)
DeleteLovely. Another good poem. xx
ReplyDeleteThanks Flighty. :-)
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