Ode To A Tortoiseshell
By Lynn Maria Thompson
My beautiful spotted girl
So refined, in your dignity.
Paws crossed, ever ladylike,
Yet the lynx tips on those ears
Betray your true nature.
Speckled, as with a paintbrush,
You share with us your softness,
Sly and wise, and ever watchful.
“Is she expecting company?”
We wonder as she sits, pensively waiting.
With squeals of delight
And purr so loud, she greets me.
To be “tailed” is an honor.
But the purr turns gutteral
As she spies The Other through the window.
Growls and hisses, then a hasty retreat
To her place of safety, dark and cool.
Beautiful spotted girl,
Won’t you come back outAnd grace us with your presence once more?