FELINE IS FEMININE
Dr. B.Rabindranath Menon
The feline feeling
for a cosy home
is almost
womanly. The epitome
of grace and poise
in the queenly walk
with the right
pauses as if to break
the monotone, the
cat’s a smooth operator
on a prey of its
choice, a predator
by instinct, yet
with persuassive charm
purringly designed
to disarm.
A cat for every
mood, her ego sprung
on a totem-pole,
selfish, high-strung.
All rage within, a
cool cucumber look
for a willing
victim to spring a hook.
Plays the pet’s
part in ways super-fine
in all its nine
lives, the truly asinine
face never shown,
save when its claws
come off the
velvet, with wide-open jaws
to tear apart the
rat in you that plays smart.
The body-line, its
lick-spittle shine,
curious and
cautious yet looking divine.
Before you tame
her, courtship’s a must
besides a pledge
to cater to the thrust
of every desire in
the cat-walk together..
Sees the world
with a half-eyed glaze,
darkness helps the
vision to keep pace
with inborne
insight; the soft cat’s paw
wends its way
home, not by what it saw,
but by what it
feels as its home-place.
It lives in the
present, and performs
to the top of its
bent, and when it grins,
none sure if he
loses or wins.