I AM Feline in Human Form

A memory came to me of a teenage boy who once said to me, “You have a personality like a cat.” At the time it felt like a backhanded slap.

Fast forward 25 years and my face spreads into a Cheshire grin.

My soul echoes back to me, “I AM feline in human form”.

Don’t you love my silky skin and soft purr?

Don’t you love the graceful way I throw caution to the wind?

No? That’s quite alright, for I am surely not your prey and I am quite happy to independently play.

You don’t prefer cats? I’m sure you would love a domesticated dog. They are undyingly loyal and lovely, but I am not so.

I love to bathe in the sun and roam in the dark and mysterious places.

I look into the world with Panther’s green-eyed gleaming stare.

If you prefer Magic, come frolic with me. Just be respectful of my sharp-clawed warning. It is not for show.

I am both sovereign and loving, and that may not appeal to you.

I’m not for everyone, nor are you, and that’s quite alright beautiful one.

A wolf does not pretend to be a sheep, and neither should you.

So mote it be.

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