Creamsicle Cat

Chance encounter. Free verse/rhyme mixture. Best read while having morning coffee.

...Creamsicle Cat...

Orange and white

Crossing my path

Silent as night

...Creamsicle cat...

Steathy and slight

Smooth as butter

Quiet as light

...Creamsicle Cat...

Whiskers atwitch

Eyes naught but slits

Cohort of witch?

...Creamsicle Cat...

Tail low and still

Paw raised and tense

As only cats will

...Creamsicle Cat... 

Of Icy demeanor

Not slim...Nor fat

but lithe and leaner

...Creamsicle Cat...

Here and then not

Where is he at?

Gone from that spot!

...Creamsicle Cat...

Fickle as mist

Where is he at?

And will he be missed?

...Creamsicle Cat...

Puzzling fellow

Enigmatic creature

Of white and yellow

Crossing my path

...in dead of night...

Author's Note

Don't know where the underlines came from!! Anyone know how to get rid of them?

Reviews

[Robert Haigh]

I couldn't help thinking of the T. S. Eliot poem, "The Song of the Jellicles" when I read this. Your poem made me smile.