Furs and Purrs

Your almond eyes of green

Emeralds in velvet fur

A beauty to be seen

A stroke a tickle and a purr

Tickling whiskers, cold wet nose

Pink scrubber of a tongue

Darting in and out, he knows

The grime cannot stay for long  

Acrobat agility

Measuring every move

Crawling up the oak tree

Bark is rough, moves are smooth

Snugly nestling nose

Love of effervescence

Like corked champagne grows

Adding bubbles to life’s present

Now your cold bowl of water

Floats hair, fine black needles

On an opaque sea, your fur

Is all that is left for me