The first touch of golden sunlight
Lights up your tortoiseshell stripes,
On another misty winter morn.
Sometimes, I’d wish for an orange tabby
Who’d chat and mewl with my talkative daddy.
Ah, yet what a delightful sight it is
To see you amidst
Motes dancing in early sunlight!
What brings you to our backyard?
Aloof and still as a statue
Of Patience, with sparse motion!
Except for whiskers trembling,
Or the thud of soft paws,
And the slightest of guttural sounds
And, your eyes blinking,
Expanding and shrinking
Into a standoffish stare.
Your hypnotic gaze commands,
That I rush when it’s breakfast time.
Your critters mewl, yowl, whine and purr
And thump their tails,
Waiting to lap milk off the saucer.
Later just after their tummy’s full
My ears are delighted to hear
Your complacent feline purr.
My eyes await your leisurely
Regal stretch. You lazily arch your back,
Slinking behind my charpoy
To exhibit it’s departure time!
Ah my enchanted eyes,
Follow your gentle
Sleepy, raspy throaty purr,
Fathoming fully well,
The mysterious ways of a cheshire.
© Mumtaz N Khorakiwala
Picture courtesy: Kari Shea