Eyelashes feather over eyes round and moist.
She gleams, black as patent leather, in the lamplight.
After accepting our supplication, she will sleep.
Her belly sways, a sonnet in motion.
She gleams, black as patent leather, in the lamplight.
Her movements flow like sunlight.
Her belly sways, a sonnet in motion.
The ground groans in delight beneath her.
Her movements flow like sunlight.
Eyelashes feather over eyes round and moist.
The ground groans in delight beneath her.
After accepting our supplication, she will sleep.
Oh, Bast!! You really captured her…er, so to speak!
Thank you! I hope the poem makes obvious I am praising the cat and her namesake, not that they’re necessarily distinct. 😉
>^..^<
It does, indeed. Not to worry.