On the rouge boudoir of my bed.
Now he streaks a steep kitten leap
And lands desk high with his drop-dead
Gorgeous electric sky blue eyes,
Playing catch the computer mouse
With his quick-dipped Earl Gray tea paws,
Purring to the Waltz of King Strauss.
His fur is the soft medley of dreams.
He knows I’m on cloud ten, and then
Be-whiskered he twitches and winks,
And I‘m in love all over again.
We spin on red computer chair’s
Dare, mission-destructible eyes
Whiz past cushion’s pom-poms of tease,
This fluffed puff of kitten surprise.
Perfume bliss-balls bob in my bath.
I’m the whale of a feline's perve.
But, Sky’s just a Ragdoll Kitten
with sweet serendipity verve.
Karin Anderson © 2015