Those Pussycats

For Ruth and her entourage of pussycats

Those playful pussycats -
with their twirling tails and whirling waves of energy
as they dash, decisively, or dart determinedly
from here to there: it seems they've no sense of where!

Their swirling manes flash between hedgerows and chair legs,
from floor to lap in four seconds flat.
Their tumbling gaiety - those funny pussycats.

Their breathtaking leaps of faith
at breaking heights give us a fright
as they stack
with outstretched arms and arched backs.

But there's no stopping these furry bullets
as they burst forth from bundles
of neatly piled clean clothes
or from the depths of the undergrowth.
Firing from room to room - those adrenaline fuelled pussycats.

Then dreamily they gaze upwards - heavenly -
into your astonished gaze, amazed.
Their beaming, hopeful green eyes caress your heart;
knowingly they anticipate, await,
the touch of God.
Longingly they look on you.
An invisible cupids arrow pings - those adorable pussycats.