scapegrace

padding through the dark
with barely a whisper
of a whisker
he stalks
and
i
ever
a sucker
for a scapegrace
with a Cheshire smile
spin around in giddy gallops
so the stars all look like comets

and so i did not see
when he unsheathed his claws
i was taken in
by the softness of his purrs and paws