T.K. Flicek "A lover...a dreamer...a poet...a believer."

By
T.K. Flicek

A soft tender purr,
the pad of her paws.
A wet pink nose,
she stretches her claws.


A slight little mew,
then she arches her back
while she patiently waits
for her fishy cat snack.

Quietly I watch her
finicky ways,
I smile and laugh,
anxious to play.

I sit on the floor while
she rests in my lap,
then dangle the string
where she bats and claps.

Tired and sleepy she
lets slip a yawn.
Curls up tightly where
she rests in my arms.

Soft and furry
against my hand,
if I ever had to chooseI would choose her again.