by Victoria Rose Steele
Calico cat, with eyes of clear topaz,
flits 'round the yard with frenetic pizazz.
Mistress of effortless levitation,
springs quickly after due meditation
She leaps for butterflies with feline cunning,
then embraces my ankles with motor running.
Ever a-tremor with ambivalent motion,
in carefree response to transient notion.
Poised as lightly as shadow by starlight,
evanescent is she as a woodland sprite.
When awake, a study in exhilaration,
her repose only arrested by animation.
Pretty Thing, calico cat hypernetic,
Surveys her realm with smile enigmatic.
Tri-coloured fur ball, curled up in my lap...
Settled in, purring, for our mid-morning nap...