beauty is in the fur of a black cat

beauty is in the fur of a black cat

Beauty is in the fur of a black cat

shining like liquid liquorish

a moulded wetsuit for the arch of her back

and like slippers on her little feet

Ears of soft velvet petals in the sun

and a tail, as big as a fern leaf, swishing in her wake.

My feline is a goddess, a queen, a kitten

any time she wants, her garden is her kingdom.

She fights for her life should a cat twitch a whisker in her gaze

and has tumbled off walls and dissected fields to hunt her shrew

she brings gifts in her head bumps to say hello

and also crispy leaves tangled up all over her tail.

Her softness against your chest, when an ache has sat there all day

her purr, a back rub for you as you rub her back or her chin,

and a shaking of the bed as she curls up beside your feet

is the kind of beauty in the fur of a black cat.

 

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