Susan Woodrow Poet Blank verse

Bagheera - the Black Cat

Black softness nestles in his sheen so fab
as warm purrs vibrate his feline aura
Gash-like, a red neck-sash swings a gleaming
heart-shaped pendant, swaying a dangled flash.
Ebon stretches as the midnight creature
elongating his compacted frame, lithe.
Reaching, he uncurls a bounding jaguar
awake to the moon’s abracadabra

(10/31/2019: For my Halloween companion in tonight's sickle moon)

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Christuraj Alex April 4, 2022 at 5:56 AM "uncurls a bounding jaguar" - Beautifully written. Congratulations! Susan Woodrow April 4, 2022 at 9:00 AM thank you :)

Marcela Proust March 8, 2021 at 6:28 PM By the way, I know this poem is named after the Jungle Book's black panther, but that gives it an extra dose of magic hahaha. Susan Woodrow March 8, 2021 at 9:13 PM yes...I wrote the poem on Halloween when I was told to keep Bagheera indoors because he might get kidnapped if he went out as usual...lol

Marcela Proust March 8, 2021 at 6:23 PM Hello. I'm writing to thank you for your comment on my poem. I read some of yours and really enjoyed them. I love this one especially. Are you Wiccan Susan? This poem reads with such a sparkle of magic. Loving the words "warm purrs vibrate his feline aura". Thank you. Blessed be. Susan Woodrow March 8, 2021 at 9:10 PM HI Marcela...no, I am not Wiccan though I do have some of their tendencies lol Bagheera is our adopted house cat - he is all black and so he was named after Kipling's panther :)

Chris Green November 5, 2019 at 3:07 PM What a creative piece of writing. Loved this Susan. I had a black cat once (well, he had me) He was my best friend and he liked to play fetch. First cat I ever saw who would chase after something I threw and bring it back to me to toss again. His name was Buffalo, I miss that cat. Your poem brought him back to me, so thank you for sharing this wonderful poem. Susan Woodrow November 5, 2019 at 5:22 PM A cat that played fetch! wow...Bagheera just thinks he is one of the dogs and prefers to eat their food and hang out with them until it's time to prowl the night with the raccoons lol I am glad my write brought back Buffalo - sounds like he was an extra-special cat :)

Ann Foster November 1, 2019 at 2:42 AM This was great. Brought back all kinds of nice memories... being a kid again. Ann Susan Woodrow November 1, 2019 at 10:08 AM thank you :)