Grimalkin

Purring ocelot sleeps,
slipping deeper
beneath.
 

Ceases
her clawing,
cloying ache,
 

belly full,
satiation
seeps.
 

Fur stirs, stretches,
rapacious
she awakes.
 

Growling, whiskers bristling,
for the warm, wet,
creamy quake.
 

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  1. I love cats. I often write in the early a.m. with our calico Belle on my lap, her eyes lidded and purring deeply as I write kissy kissy meow meow meow.. Seriously,this is one deft and delightful cattail. Nothing like a “creamy quake” for a payoff at the end. Was it good for you?

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