A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.


A feral spirit gift has she,
Exuding femeneity,
Stealth and grace
In perfect place
Accompany her deity.

Felidae regina,
Queen of felinity.

Tho' radiant face
Yields clue nor trace,
Felicitous eyes
Deny her race
As native to humanity.

Alone may shaman's sight divine,
Belying emeraldine shine,
Prowling round an inner space
Where soul and body interlace,
Proud of her majestic line,

Felidae regina,
Queen of felinity.

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