I have a friend who finally found
the bundle of love shes been
yearning for. A buzz enclosed
in fluffy soft fur, a being
most people call a cat.
Though she's in feline form this time
she's love personified,
sometimes wildly animated and
sometimes just a relaxed blanket
of fuzz wrapped around a liquid
body, warming a lap, or a chest or
a neck.
She is aloof to all but her chosen,
which possession she may
jealously guard. She knows who
likes or loathes her kind
the instant that they meet.
She inspects each entrant to
her realm, missing not a thing of
note in her domain.
Felis Catus, though disguised inside
the form of every breed, has
trained her men to feed
and house her, in every land
around the world.
In spite of the ownership she takes
of her space and all who dwell within,
she gives out of her abundance of
benefits. The stroke, stroke, stroke
of a hand on fur make body stresses
dip. Her rumbling purr slows racing hearts
so we can get a grip.
She offers up companionship
to those who need to care.
So many things could well be
lost if we don't first connect
with the buzz inside the fluff
that we all call a cat.
Richard Higley © Feb 24, 2014
