She stretches long
On lithe paws
Straining towards summer.
Her haunches shrink from winter
As she curls
In the tenuous sunshine.
She laps the immature
Buds into being
With a tongue
Barbed and teasing.
She purrs
Whispered pledges
Of verdancy
Of covert arousal,
And arching,
She preens
Aware of her power,
Her beauty,
Her grace.
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