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Beauty (The real King of England!)CATS
I have been with you for years,
past my memories, hardly inscrutable,
as commonly assumed logical
and ever changing.
Soft muscled yet defying gravity,
you own your environment, home or outside,
asking not for change,
content in exploration.
Lovingly engaged by touch, being close,
you transcend differences
that humankind from one to another rarely finds.
You relate then silently leave,
showing us your backside,
finding shelter in warmth and solitude.
Yet still the animal, thousand year stalker,
asserting yourself, depersonalized, primitive,
the nuisance demanding attention,
from man preoccupied.
You bridge centuries, continually alive.
Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York, USABack to The Poems of Roy Schoenberg