To Un-Tame A Housecat

O, wild little thing,

In your Sunday best,

With your back held straight

Fair even in jest.

O, my quiet little thing.

So sweet, so mannered, so mild!

Composure of a lady,

In the body of a child.

How golden sun kisses your hair,

As you tiptoe over the grass,

Lips in a smile, cheeks in a flush,

Your skin as smooth as tempered glass.

As modest as a mouse,

Feet fall with catlike grace,

In the ocean green field,

You do not take up space.

You’re a bead, a single drop.

Darling, become a wave.

I have seen you,

Baring jagged teeth,

Roaring as a lion.

I have seen you,

Clenching reddened fists,

Screams that could cut iron.

So sweet, they say,

So mannered, so mild.

O, but, little thing.

I know you to be wild.