Tache

Wicked little eyes
Considered the path of attack
Always keen for a game
She pounces when the time is right

Stalking and biting
She practices her art
Jumping and leaping about
She is still very young

Tache is the imp I mean
A black and white kitten from where ever
She even now tries to distract
Pawing at my pen

Sitting on my chest
The purrs of contentment
Rattle her very fibre
Sleep now my temptress.

by Alison Smith

Comments (1)

Yeah, I love them too... :) Beautiful write, loved it! And sooo agree! Lee