Thomasina

Wreathing ‘round in sinuous beauty,

face raised up into the sky,

cry of hunger, eyes beseeching,

hunger bringing her nearby.

Ginger fur, with white paws gleaming,

stretching up in begging cry.

Sharp claws suddenly extending,

digging in her master’s thigh.

Hunger finally abated,

she sits and starts to clean her fur,

purring like a throbbing engine,

satisfaction in every curve.

Silently, she moves like mist

out into the deepening night.

Eyes like glittering emeralds gleaming,

night-time prey in her sight.

Published in the International Society of Poets anthology:  ‘Light of the World’. 1997, and ‘Memories of the Millennium’, 2000, and in Poetry.com, 2013.

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