House Cat


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Back legs on tip toe, anticipating the next stroke,

The tip of her tail flicking contempt at the dog,

Eyes half closed in contemplation,

As she lies in the letter box on my desk.

Impatient yowls for attention,

Boneless and relaxed in the terrace sunshine,

Purr of content and persuasion,

Curled in a ball on my bed.

She is cat of the house,

Owner of canine and humans,

Queen of her domain and hall,

Graciously gracing our lives.

KJ Combs 14/01/06