Wild and free, an unknown cat
Wanders the field of buttercups
Soundly sleeping in the bushes,
She awoken in the mist of my shadow.
Silhouette; she ponders her first impression
Questioning my aura, she looks up
Bright blue eyes, sparkling vastly
I squat down on the grass,
Hand held out to her just metres away
Wandering around me, I stay still
Quiet and smiling, peaceful in her company
I allow her to follow her nose kindly.
Rolling her scent into the grass,
She allows me to pet her behind the ears,
And feel her fur, stripy and soft.
[ This is not my cat ]