Fantastic Miss Feline

Brought home in November, at the dawning of her life,

Her furry paw protruding, on the end, some tiny knives.

Her shock at the world around her, cries reminiscent of a fife.

Her marble eyes, her padded feet,

To her no rules apply, you never know she’s there,

Till you hear her plaintive cries.

Of all her sons & daughters, not yet has she met her match,

And always she defends her dominion, all of her foes dispatched.

None of the fledglings that attempted, got away without a scratch.

Gathering for prayer - that solemn duration, she becomes a loaf of bread,

Sits in quiet contemplation, her tail always thumping,

To the beat of our recitation.

Old in years, but young at heart, leaping sprightly onto the table,

And sitting there like a work of art. Casting her eye over us,

She then swiftly departs.

And as if by twine, we are connected,

Myself and this fantastic feline, and I never saw any that could match,

This wonderful Kitty of mine.