Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

I’m a leaf stirring on the edge of the lawn I’m a flower straining for light I’m wild, I’m free I’m dandelion-seeding Kitten in flight.

Cat in the window, swishing tail; bright eyes alight on moonlit dark outside; cat wails. Meanwhile cat’s magic sister with the witches learns to fly.

Little kit through shadows creeping Snatches mouse through narrows sneaking Sleek, delicious, cleans her whiskers Yum. Bluebird high in tall tree flitting Down on squirrel never quitting Sitting watching feeding birdseed Yum. Kitten’s oft-inspiring treks now Rest in dreams in comfort’s house, how Vanished hopes are banished, canned, still Yum.

Silken hair flows over her face, honey-colored and glinting with reflections of fire, like sunset through trees. Her limbs sway as she walks, those long legs so smoothly, so perfectly shaped; the cleft of her flat stomach; the sensuous way she stretches her neck. He watches the play of light on her shoulders, touches his hand to her flesh and lazily strokes. Fingers massage those delicate muscles, rolling her onto her back and she purrs contentedly; her body opens wide, her mouth, its tiny pointed teeth. Sharp ears prick up to a whisper of sound. She turns around. She’s gone.