Mon Chat

I love the furry little curve of my cat’s snow-capped feet

The way her fury and quiet rage erupt

As she hunts monsters made of string

Her icy aristocracy…

The laziness of her, the gracefulness of her

The slap-happy way she is oft to be found in

The tender lapping at a stream

Flowing from the kitchen sink

The way she shadows my every move

And the way I hope she will…for always.



About ladyinwaitingblog

A transgendered woman on a continuing journey of self-acceptance and self-discovery.

Posted on January 11, 2012, in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Nice French name. I learned a little French when I was in school but have forgotten almost all of it.

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