The Naked Cat
Bonus is with her no hair balls
The Naked Cat
She struts like sin in stocking feet
no fur to fuss, no shame, no heat
a wrinkled queen in bare delight
who glares as if she owns the night
No modesty, no hint of grace
just sagging skin and resting face
her tail, a whip, her paws, a dare
she’ll steal your chair, she doesn’t care
She sits atop my fresh-washed tee
then stares as if the fault’s with me
one twitch, one yawn,
her brow half-arched
like Cleopatra, freshly starched
She’s velvet-slick, she’s oddly proud
too nude, too still, too loud, too loud
yet every time she starts to purr
I smooth her sides and worship her
Not cute, not soft, not sweet or shy
a wrinkled witch with judging eye
yet I confess, I’m hers by choice
that bossy cat
with no fur coat and far too much damn voice
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