‘White Feline’…


I, alone with White Feline

Each of us, one of a kind…


Her’s a mind on hunting, set

Mine is for my pet subject…


What a curious thing, to see

Kept at task, so still, are we…


She with eye pressed to a nook

My nose buried in some book…


Housed together, we sit and find

Grand enchantments for our mind…


When a mouse peeks from its den

Sly and swift is Feline, then…


I seek wisdom day and night

Stalking darkness thro’ to light…


So, in peace our trades we ply

White Feline, the cat, and I…


Daily practice, patience played

Feline is perfect in her trade…


To draw the sense from Wisdom’s, high

My feeble wits, I am wont to try…


2 thoughts on “‘White Feline’…”

  1. The local, hunting, feral cats who raise their kittens on my place and my dog plays nursemaid/guard duty to protect – – well? They don’t need me and often gaze at me and I’m sure they are asking, “What the Heck are you doing, just now??!?” – – But I’m graced by their presence

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