Catting
I walk toward you less and less,
cringe and hunch at your caress.
Outside oozes from your pores.
I steal my chance to get outdoors.
My eyes reflect the magic night.
Excitement bodes within my sight.
The winds of wildness set me free
on my first romantic spree.
My feline fancy, you’re the one.
In full moonlight we jump and run.
Lady, Lady, my sweet Lady
will you have my litter, Baby?
Where I live? It matters not.
Let’s enjoy, the time we’ve got.
I’m hanging loose, trying to be feral.
Oops just remembered, I’m fixed and sterile.
8/6/18 Marathon Mile 23 3rd Place
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2018
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