The Last Miaow

And so she ambles in,

Fully aware,

As are we all,

That here is home,

And always will be.

Her silent smugness simply suggesting

A good night's browsing, creeping,

Hunting.

To prove the point,

To show her skill,

Her love, perhaps,

A sacrificial offering,

Even if she, herself,

Is the real

Goddess.

And yet there's room for ever more -

That quiet yet insistent yak

- She never purrs -

Her upward glance

Impatient brush at hurried ankles,

The peerless peers at cupboard and her empty bowl.

Her orders clear and yet insistent.

Queen of all she surveys.

And even as we satisfy her needs,

She forces off

Those unworthy of first call

With strength of will.

Let the rabble feast

When she is Satisfied

Done.

To stroll away

To rest, recuperate,

Requiring

The love of our

Already overloaded hearts.

And all too soon she ambles out.

And out for ever.

Never planned it.

Never saw it coming.

Cat's eye in the darkness blinks

Leaving just

A hole.