Mirror-eyed, long tailed,
Black cat,
Mouse-eater.
Softer his feet fall
Than a flag would crumple,
Brighter his eye
Than the glitter of medal.
He waits at the door
For me, my cat,
More precious than glory
To the loving heart.
Copyright © Lynette Arden 2001
Copyright © Lynette Arden 2001
Copyright © Lynette Arden 2001