A Cat Poem

This is a poem I wrote in the wake of seeing David Morley talk last week. I don't think of myself as much of a poet, and the actual verse feels rough and ready to me so I may come back to edit it and polish later on but  I thought I'd put it up, along with a picture of its inspiration.

She slumbers between my feet

A crucible for a resting goddess

Child of Bast, perfect in her niche

No matter how she shirks it

My hips, spread, do her worship

Suffering, patient, to keep her snug

Until pain forces movement;

Revealing her, grudging, to the world

Once awake her voice will rise

To make her conversation dulcet

Whichever mode she chooses

Her song, roused, will shatter peace

Her questing paw will seal her point

To articulate urgent, pagan demands

For sleep, play, food and other tributes

She lets slip her shadow self, a wild princess

Now she rests in sun’s warm light

Dreams of hunts she’ll never make

Her snore rumbles, engine in a feline breast

I rise, breaking her nest, and greet the day