Stray Cat
I looked out my window
and there to my surprise
was a beautiful set of green eyes
These eyes were in a glossy black face
With exquisite features that sent my heart at quite a pace
Sleek black body from tip to toe
How I managed to look away I do not know
Agile hunting movements
That transfixed my stare
Sharp teeth and claws
Hidden in soft mouth and paws
This encounter became a regular event
Meowing and purring were her calling card
To let us know she was in the backyard
We called her Beauty
And that's what she was
Charming and beguiling
Exciting and delighting
Then one day this feline friend
On us did no more decend
Where did she go we do not know
What can we do
Except remember and continue to enjoy the view
Beauty
Copyright © Frances Byrne | Year Posted 2019
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