Valerie Kotas ©

My Sacred Cat of Burma,
She chants a purring sound
She tip toes through my temple
In search of cosmic sounds.

She peeps beneath the table
a chair or couch or bed
In search of some amusement
to wake my sleepy head.

At night she always does this
Almost to my dismay.
Her frolic always wakes me
My toes mistake as pray.

I can not get angry
Her intents are all good
Her lick as an atonement
assuring me she would.

Ever more more deeply love me
In heaven or on earth
in this life or the next one
She'd proved her noble worth.

My Sacred Cat of Burma
She chants a purring sound
Her play is pray in my book
I know her love profound !

Thanks to ... Valerie Kotas CA.

( © La Belle des Noues & Valerie Kotas)