Of Feline Charm
Sultry little lady, you don't fool
Twinkling eyes reveal the spirit of a panther.
Each graceful move mirrors that of the bold cat.
Poised to strike, sinewy muscles sculpt this lithe
Have I no fear, or am I just paralyzed prey?
All I feel is captivated, I'll not run away.
No, for me there is no threat...
I'll sit quietly and admire an enchanting vision
Even as she slinks away, fading silently into the mist.
© AMBRESS, Nov. 1992