The Cat

Hi! I haven't posted a blog for a while. I think I should, so I want to share this poem I wrote.

"The Cat"

He slinks silently on wooden floors

not raising a sound,

he leaps across the widest rivers

with one bound.

He balances on the shattered

fragments of light,

he melts into the shadows

on the darkest night.

What mysteries lie

in the blue depths of his eyes,

when he turns toward you

with that cold gaze of fire?

Is he the modern reflection

of some long-lost creature,

or an unknown copy

of something with great feature?

His silhouette is in front of the moon

looking my way,

he rules all he sees with those shining eyes

and he's here to stay.

The dignity that is in his gaze

cannot be defined,

he knows all, sees all,

he's one of a kind.

He holds the world securely

in his paws,

for he can do anything

with the use of his claws.

What do you think he's after

when he's climbing the tree?

The thrill, the prey, the urge to flee?

Perhaps he's happy to be the king.

He's more than what

we could ever imagine,

he's independent, proud,

and purely knowledgeable.

He can scatter his footprints

all over the land,

and paint his reflection

in the palm of your hand.

                         Well, thats it! I hope you enjoyed it! I promise I'll do more posts soon!