Cat

Feline in essence
She’s normally curled up on the bed, or any space that’s warm
I walk in not surprised to see her asleep above the radiator
I often sit next to her, a peace washes over me every time i do
Her hair hangs down with one cute bit of fringe hanging over her forehead
It’s always in the same place no matter how much she pushes it back
I stroke her hair
Running my fingers through it, soft like silk
She stirs sleepily
Mouthing a word i cannot hear, i don’t need to
It’s not the sound of a cat, ‘M’
My hand runs down her body, slender and perfect, ‘O’
Her chest rising with every gentle breath, ‘O’
Feeling my touch her eyes open, looking at me
Green eyes, my heart melts
Her hands held up fists closed to the base of her chin
Our eyes are locked together green on blue
Speaking more volumes than ever
Slowly she closes her eyes and she is again
Feline in essence
Peaceful and lost in her serenity