she wears black velvet &
depending on her mood,
is Rubenesque
or slim as water
tapered black satin
on her tiny feet;
an imperial princess or
a charming tease
her lashes are the colour of dusk,
her eyes amber, emerald
malachite,
depending on her mood
she moves with grace..
if one expresses sadness or pain,
to gently touch one's face
& lingers long in quiet concern
but do not be surprised
at bursts of child-like energy,
pretending to seriously respond
to feathers, bells & fanciful games
she does not acknowledge compliments,
no princess would;
tell her she is beautiful &
you will see a small pink yawn
in her furry little face...
depending on her mood
[reflecting on a feminine feline]
I didn't write this, so it's up for grabs or bonks or whatever you please. Spontaneously written by someone close to me.
2007-06-18
11:50:45
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