I believe that she's a goddess
in all her female, feline glory
every worry seems to fade
when I stroke her from neck to tail
Pine-tree eyes gazing from underneath the table,
a rarely used mew like the tinkling of chimes,
intricate silkiness intersewn with sable,
and a glinting little bell collar, shining like new dimes
I hardly ever see her,
but she's there when I need her,
as if bleeding saltwater
causes her to feel friendly.
If I ever have to leave this earth,
I want to find the feline hearth,
with all of its eternal worth.
someone ends me,
That's where she'll send me.
This about my cat, Gwen.
She's elusive, but always seems to be there with a sweet expression when I'm hurting the most. I love her to death.