Synthesis of a black veiled soul strolling through the night so cold
Passing and stroking a fur of might, rumerous noises of sheer delight
Could have been anger or even of fright, a cause to collide daytime with night
A furious dazzling point-arched stare of empathy leaving from everywhere.
The meowl of a cat that ruptures the silence
A titter tat game of tottering paws
A tail filled with twists and turns of bones
And a delicate leap to end up in such brilliance