This Love
One love can truly win you,
This love that comes in fur,
This love you feel within you,
Spoken with a purr.
It's never earthly lusting,
But something more complete.
This love is always trusting,
This love is always sweet.
Once this love is tasted,
We never count the cost.
This love is never wasted.
This love is never lost.
The Poet Cat
My cat, the Poet,
Mewsette by name,
Has done with Glory
And gone to Fame.
Her songs and poetry,
Stories to tell,
Blanketing cyberspace
Serve her well.
Such words and phrases,
From one in fur,
But lest you think
It is me, not her,
Then she's a cat like
None you have met,
The genuine poet
Who's my Mewsette.
The actress emotes,
So brazen and wild,
Demands understanding
Just like a child,
Yet ancient of days
And wisdom is she,
This lovely small wonder
Who is not me.
And all that she does
With drama and flair
Is part of the magic
She has to share.
She purrs in meter,
She meows in rhyme,
She sings in arias
All the time.
She knows all stories
And tells them true,
And she does things
That I cannot do.
Mewsette's persona
Is real and whole.
My cat, the poet -
My heart, my soul.
©2003 by Sharon Goodman
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