Mi Gata Bonita

The center of attention, mi gata bonita roams,
A finicky feline, where she feels at home.
Cautious eyes, brown jewels that gleam,
She prowls the night in search of her dream.
Aloof by day, she seems so cold,
Yet comes alive when her stars unfold.
Affectionate in her own way,
A gentle purr, when she wants to play,
Sensitive heart, to changes near,
She feels each cosmic shift, each tiny fear.
A clever mind, a side eyed glance,
In every move, a calculated dance.
Mi gata, a Gemini of the twin souls,
Restless in her journey, always focused on her goals.
Playful spirit, when she decides,
When she’s not ready, she runs and hides.
Yet her affection, although rare but true,
She alone chooses when she plays with you.
In her world , a diva so esteemed,
Territorial, fierce and always keen.
She’ll curl up close when she must,
But on her terms, and in her own lust.
A creature of both night and day,
She slips through shadows, and fades away.
Aloof, she rules, a sovereign queen,
An amazing affection, yet rarely seen.
Her world, her rules, in her feline grace,
You’ll catch her wrath if you slow her pace.
She turns away from every plea,
For when she doesn’t want to play,
you better let her be.
But when she decides it’s time to play,
My heart lights up like a sunny day.
Her gentle paw taps on my knee,
And I thank God she’s chosen me.
Yes, mi gata bonita is the most difficult of them all,  
And yet, I'll never give her up, no matter how far I fall.

brazzoli 8-13-24