he's a little minx
and wears his striped suit
with pride
no jail could hold him
he is
the escape artist
but oh how I want him
lithe and light on his feet
how he loves to dance
and play the way
a child does
and my hear beats harder
and the smile I wear
wraps around my face like
a scarf does
but he's wildfire
and orange delight
and eyes that shimmer impishly
in the flickering last light
its not easy
to hold onto him
so sleek he is
with moves so smooth
and no words to speak
but lots of catting around
one minute I think
we're talking
and the next he's a ghost-
gone
his shadows shifts shedding
nary a splinter
and I think he's the most
sweet boy I've seen in awhile
I'd even hang with him outside
despite this cold winter
if I had a bushy tail
I'd make him my boyfriend
and take up alley-living.
(For Blaze)
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