for Janine the Queen
With slipstream ease, she moves the same
As wind and water smoothly play
Around whatever blocks their way.
Her nature is not wholly tame;
With deadly skill, she stalks her prey—
The fearful mouse, the bird at play.
The art of grooming brings her fame;
A tongue of pink beyond compare
Transforms her fur with utmost care.
As active as she is, she still
Finds time each day, surprisingly,
For sleeping quite contentedly.
Mealtime provides a special thrill
When she approves the choice we've made;
She's quick to judge what makes the grade.
The cat is independent, true,
So very highly favoured you
Will feel when she selects your lap
To curl up in and take a nap.
©2017 Michael Fraley
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