To a Sleeping Cat

A cacophony of teeth and claws,
Warm muscle and fur,
Attitude and soul,
Is curled up in a little ball,
Surrendering her all,
Eyes close neatly into slits
In the very spot I like to sit.
I would not disturb her rest
It’s not for her to know duress.
Who would dare enforce their will
On a creature defenseless, yet loving still?
The helpless deserve what’s thoughtful and kind,
There’s no greater treasure a heart can find.


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