Feline prowess

feline prowess, poetry, steven humphreys

As I write

my ‘little boy’

love bites

hears my voice

he’s never trite

seeks me out

when it’s

time for bed

scratches his head

no other reason

than being with me

from dusk

till dawn

every season



never blue

no cross words

or subpoenas

to sue

wanting not for

more on this earth

this sweetest

creature of narrow


never bored

in my arms

brings me


never harm

until the end

me and

my dear



in the here and now

and great beyond




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