my russian blue cat
static like a statue
on the sun-warmed
window ledge
laser-focused eyes
fixate
on the gum tree
leaves tremble
then still
shrewd cat waits
wet nose
smearing the glass
a robin’s fleeting shadow
darts across
a pool of sunlight
diving into
the center of the light
then swooping back again
in a blur of motion
my cat pounces
chasing the robin
around
the carpeted floor
over and over
he paws at
the imaginary catch
but each time
elusive robin
slips away
Rescue haven, a stray little cat
front leg mangled, fur all matt.
No fluffy toy, this poor wee mite
eyes full of trust, denying his plight.
Minus his leg, fur closely shorn,
cuddled in blanket, cosy and warm.
Petted, pampered, he thrived and grew
soft velvet fur. A Russian Blue.
He rules the roost, this regal cat,
his lair… my bed, kingdom my flat.
Beautiful beast so much adored,
faith in this world, renewed, restored.
Fills up my life with sparkle bright,
just being near holds true delight.
My shadow now this ball of fluff,
his trusting eyes, reward enough.
Never in a rush
Keeps his meow on the hush
King of his ground
Never backs down to any hound
Smut Scarface Casanova bwana stealth of a great lion. A relaxed and gentle lover Miss Kitty
purrs a sweet sexy song when king of the junk yard pride saunters along her way.
Other toms walk a wide path around the fearsome fighter. Despite his street wise charm
And cool airs he’s a man’s man and a gunsmith assistant. Always at the ready for a great
hunt or just palling around.
He doesn’t like to be pranked yet he’s quick to reciprocate a prank given the chance.
Address the grey aged cat with all due respect and a food offering to cheer his kind soul.
He lived his life his own way and died his own way in peaceful slumber hidden warmly among
the oak leaves.
True friends are hard to find and harder to replace. Smut the grey Russian blue will forever live in
our minds fondly.
Russian Blue
Rescue haven, a stray little cat
front leg mangled, fur all matt.
No fluffy toy, this poor wee mite
eyes full of trust, denying his plight.
Minus his leg, fur closely shorn,
cuddled in blanket, cosy and warm.
Petted, pampered, he thrived and grew
soft velvet fur. A Russian Blue.
He rules the roost, this regal cat,
his lair my bed, kingdom my flat.
Beautiful beast so much adored,
faith in this world, renewed, restored.
Fills up my life with sparkle bright,
just being near holds true delight.
My shadow now this ball of fluff,
his trusting eyes, reward enough.
Colour
of the heavens
and ocean waters too-
but rarely ..is a flower
sky blue
Inspired by the Russian Blue Rose Group 1906-1910
mamed after Novalis poem The Blue Flower
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