She stares at me, blinks once
Then turns away to spy
That which might just occupy her time
More interestingly than I

But if I venture from her keep as she feigns sleep
Seeming not to care where I am
She follows me, inconspicuously
From room to room

When I turn around and step
There she’ll be
In all her predictability
Under-foot, constantly!

I have to laugh when she turns up
Where she ought not be
With a coy little coo, as if to say
Who….me??

On Night Watch at foot of bed
Her ears, like radar scopes, turn
But her head stays still
Chasing shadows and things I cannot see
Though I know must be, else she is quite the actress!
Is she curious or merely foolish?

She sits so still and quietly
Trying ever so diligently
To keep up her facade
But the twitch of her mischievous tail gives away
Her secrets as she stalks her prey

Quite mysterious and somehow sensuous
Is that rumbling, rapturous purr
And touching my heart like her velvety paws
Are her whimsical ways and endearing flaws

She looks at me with those intelligent eyes
Stares..as if to hypnotize
Then turns away and runs
She chooses none
My enchanting feline, Little One