Sylvester

Sylvester sleeps
All you see is a
Fluffy, furry black ball.

Try to touch her
And open slits one angry green eye
Not unlike disturbing a snake.

This Burmese beauty has
Huge green eyes, the color of
Chocolate mint.

The razor sharp claws
Drawing blood that drips
Like drops of precious red lacquer.

She stretches her languid body lazily
Her white paws capricious booties
Over her ebony fur.

She is the ice queen who
Breaks my tomcats' hearts,
Time and again.

Trudi Ralston.
December 29th, 2009.

This poem is for the prettiest and meanest cat we ever had. We had her for 10 years. May she rest in peace. She sure was a hand full.