O, stay not thy visits diva in fur!
You move like jazz and weave
to me. Wordlessly, I infer
your desires. Do not leave.
I hear you slinking, undeterred,
in spite of our spat, I cannot cleave
myself from you. Though you injure
me with your claws, I believe
it is only your temperament—
there, your greening eyes repent!
My fury dissipating like a dream;
I forgive you and recline serene.
You pounce upon me in no time—
how could I blame you, my feline?
-James B. Moog
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