Golden, singing morning

A cat's eyes
Are like piercing yellow shafts of light.
Which melt
At the first touch of golden, singing morning.
Into liquid gold.

A cat's purr
Is like the rumble of thunder
With the crashing, breaking waves
Detected somewhere beneath
Within the cat's inner corners.

A cat's soft coat
Is like the softest silk
Embroidered with moonbeams of tabby pattern.
The warmth
Comes from a soft blanket of satin
Somewhere beneath.

I  love cats.

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