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K Balachandran Jan 2016
He lets his cat
out of the bag
smiling, in silence.
She pets it's
soft coat repeatedly.
It purrs in delight
and lets her know
it wants more.
All she has to do now
is to see it drink milk
til she too is pleased.

He shuts his eyes wide
and waits, following
keenly her every step.
Simon Soane Oct 2015
What a good pet,
a bite waiting behind the curtain,
a flash with her talons
drawing blood,
you might not see it
but this is love.
Always wide eyed
from the moment we met,
a chaotic bundle
my lovely pet.
Delightfully vicious,
fanged with sublime,
tabs of mayhem
every time
& as near as I'd want
to totally mine;
on the stage of herself,
her little wild self.
Graff1980 Aug 2015
Every good witch needs a black cat
A mischievous little creature that
Makes the stereotype more fun
The kind that mouse hunts
And meows at ghosts, goblins, and ghouls
Loyal to the point of convenience
Untamed wearing sleek gleaming fur
But loving all the same
In fact it would be a shame
If everyone didn’t get at least one
Beautiful black cat in their life
Nalini Oct 2014
It begins with just a whisper,
A hint of murmur,
Some quiet tremor
Of warmth.

Growing stronger each moment,
The flutter turns into
A familiar song
Of tenderness.

The sound flows clearly now,
Gushing like waves on
A distant shore
Of silence.

An ethereal orchestra is already
Masterfully performing,
The rhythmic tune
Of affection.

And soon, the unbroken melody
Softly transforms into
The ageless symphony
That is a cat's purr.
October 20, 2014, 11:30 am.
Inspired by my feline companions.
Lauren Cole Sep 2014
Claws retract,
Prey is trapped,
Between death and pain,
Pinned and hanged.

Sauntering and sassy,
Tearing the flesh with it’s teeth,
Not very classy,
But the hum of the fur,
Attracts another,
A growling mutt comes,
A feast has begun,
No one has won.
Jenovah Aug 2014
Soft fur I burrowed my face into
Whisker tickles, as if sharing secrets between us.
A bond between human and animal,
no one quite understands.
Warm purrs filling my soul as you nestled
under the blankets.
What were you thinking behind those feline eyes?
When you ran out the door, did you ever look back?
Do you prowl the alley's and chase mice in the night?
Know I haven't forgot you...
Is it freedom you wanted my feline friend?
That animal instinct that you couldn't fight?
If only I had known what you were thinking...
Behind those green, feline eyes.
For Bella
Ben Jun 2014
a grey and orange ghost
slips unfettered between
this world and
a quiet place
of muted shadows
hidden
until eyes like marbles
blink into existence
and my cheshire kitten
slinks into my room
with no more whisper
than silk on glass
liquid

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