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.