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Feline


the feline purrs with her claws
out ready to pounce her plaything
dramatizing a fight,
she knows she is queen
by the arrogance of her strut...
tail high ears on radar
and switching that butt...
she invites me and threatens
at the same time warning
of extreme tempest if antogonized...
she comes close and senses
kindness and kisses me with her eyes....

Written by Steven Cropper

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