This darkness inside

is a preening, black cat

seeking sexual snacks

and a curious lap.

Content in bleak corners,

she sits silent with poise

awaiting fresh wonders

and clever, new toys.

Until you.

That lightness you bring,

that, sweet wondrous soul,

has left here a feline

I just cannot console.

Uninterested in shadows,

where she once hid before,

she wants more of whatever

you’ll let her explore.

So take her.

She’s purring.

She’s ready.

She’s waiting.

It’s the stroke of your hand

she’s now anticipating

~j~