Catfolk, A dear friend asked me to compose a poem for her scrapbook on kitties. Options

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Catfolk

Creeps the dusk gray shadows blurring
The day has wound to resting time
When softest touch tells softer purring
Into my lap, you sweetly climb

The book I read can lay yet longer
The story there is but a tale
What promise told should be the stronger
Weathered page, or love unveiled

A stroke will bring a meeted smile
Which in turn will bring my own
No restraint or no denial
Love comes equal for love shown

Nestled, curled, in cat like fashion
Feral furled, pure trust will keep
In stillness rage this quiet passion
Till darkness find us soft asleep