The cool fresh breeze rushes through his silky fur
The bright spring moon shimmers on his broad back
His black stripes glow underneath the beaming light.
Whiskers as sharp as needles
A claw that can tear through the skin of the Nemean Lion
A tongue so rough it can make metal bleed
A coat as impenetrable as the walls of Troy
Jaws that can crush the toughest of stones
A roar that rivals the song of the Sirens
And a stare…
The stare that can outmatch Medusa.
A stare, glance, peek; whatever it may be
That in the shining yellow of the eye
The reflection of one’s death dances too well
And with the twitch of his tiny paw
And the cry of his squeaky meow
The little kitten kept dreaming.