She curls a perfect circle round your dreams
A mysterious pleasure of feline
leisure, ever closer to you than I,
the dogged interloper in her pride.

Her sea green eyes enchanted you more
than my gifts and favours and promises.
Her sleekness satisfied your caresses,
purring hypnotic, familiar of witch

watching me watching you, smile on her face.
Yawning, a red cave of stalactite teeth
self contained as the blood in her veins
Contented as the cat who got the cream

Arch backed siren, silk-stalker of night
scoring sleek furrows in my jealous schemes
She beat me claws down, love�s simple as that
its black and white and the shape of your cat