The key
to every cat’s inscrutable psyche,
is what one can only say
is a compulsion, an obsession,
for elegance.
Hence,
wherever he may roam,
he stops to groom and comb
with a pink probing tongue,
preening and furrowing the fur,
along one slim foot poised in air.
Eyes closed in ecstasy
he sways
in a lissom
miracle of rhythm
and feline autism.
“Felis sana in corpore sano!”
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