The Abyssinian

Watching Tasha watching me:
Her ears scoop up every sound
Like twin satellite dishes.
Whiskers twich, and she waits
On the knife-edge of sensation.
Round eyes glow
Like topaz stones;
I suspect she knows
The secrets of the universe.

But I don’t think Tasha ponders
Modern problems
Or ancient philosophy.
She breathes cat-perfect morality:
Instincts equal ethics.
Body and soul are one;
Judgments dance in flawless rhythm.
She knows how high she can jump,
And which window gets the strongest sun.

[originally written 12/07/1988]

~*~

The Daily Prompt: Instinct

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5 responses to “The Abyssinian

  1. An oldie but goodie. 🙂

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  2. A beautiful poem of a kitten! Thank you for sharing! 😉

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  3. This is perfect:

    She breathes cat-perfect morality:
    Instincts equal ethics.
    Body and soul are one;
    Judgments dance in flawless rhythm.
    She knows how high she can jump,
    And which window gets the strongest sun.

    Liked by 1 person

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