Come stalking, come stalking,
my pristine and perfect Cat.
Come sly, silent, and with deadly intention,
to kill with a cool, breath-taking invention.
My diabolic and quixotical Cat!
Come stalking, come stalking,
my proud and imperious Cat.
Whose sleek, solitary, yet sensual existence,
so enjoys her intense tit-for-tat persistence,
to toy with the tortured rat!
Come stalking, come stalking,
my vain and inviolate Cat.
My immune and disdainful Cat!
In her predatory crimes,
(though she's fed all the time) ,
she's the terrorist trained as a diplomat!
Come stalking, come stalking,
my aloof and impervious Cat.
My mysterious and murderous Cat!
Though her manoeuvres in law
are a legal cats-paw,
she still sprawls on the roof of the caveat.
Come stalking, come stalking,
my lordly, near insolent Cat.
My miraculous and mythical Cat!
Whose mystique and idolatry
is the elegant exemplary
of stealth and lethal fiat.
David SmithWhite
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cat-3/
