Cat's call.

Cat’s call.

The cat is calling

and the night is dead

silently it is moving

sharp claws spread.

The call is soft & soothing

seeking some one near,

claws are taut, just hiding

ready to scratch and tear.

Color of eyes changing

flaming red to soft brown

ears hovering and turning

listening with head down.

Reminding me of some one

who once used to be,

the most magical person

for whom I would have died.

      Eyes glowing with desire                     

burning with cold passion,                  

but what I always now remember

never, ever with compassion.

      Her hands ever ready to greet               

      heart never ready to share.

mouth soft and sweet

and tongue, never one to spare.                                            

      Shade of her hair constant     

color of her soul unknown,     

how can I forget that moment?

when she broke me down.

Why she did that?

why she was so unkind?

What I dint had?

What she could not find.                                                                                              

A mistake I really made

When I called her, then a rat,

but, now I know the truth,

She had a cat in her heart.

By:-

Rahbar.